ForeverMissed

This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Olubamigbe Adewole . We will remember him forever. He went to rest on the 18th October, 2018.


(1947-2011)


Posted by Dammie Addy on October 18, 2020

"The broken of my irreplaceable mirror"

I rushed to the hospital in my usual manner to check on my Dad. I wanted to know if there was any improvement. I inquired from my younger brother who was with him throughout the night of any improvement. I was led to pray with my Dad. As I laid my hands on his forehead, I observed he had a temperature. Immediately I ended my prayer,I observed change in his countenance . His face was smiling.

One of the nurses on morning shift walked in to attend to him. She advised us to get a blue seal Vaseline as part of his lap's skin was peeling off already.

As I was about to walk out of the ward, I was greeted by one of the mortuary attendants who was wheeling a body out of the ward into the mortuary.
I did not like this encounter at all. I quickly muttered some words of prayer for my Dad. I prayed that would not be his portion . Little did I know, my Dad had just a few hours left to depart this sinful world.
I had not gotten to where I would buy the Vaseline, when my younger brother's call came in .

I was so afraid and also eager to pick the call. AsI left the ward not up to five minutes. He sounded so happy on the phone, he said my Dad opened his eyes and watched me walked out of his ward.

I could not believe him. I asked repeatedly if he was. Sure of seeing him opened his eyes.
I quickly dashed back to the ward with the Vaseline. I met my Dad in the same state I left him. I was almost running late for work, so I told my younger brother to take care of him and communicate any change to me. Little did I know that the next call I would be receiving a few hours later would be to break the news of my Dad's home call to me.

I resumed at work carrying out my duties as usual. One of my Spiritual mentors came around to tell me about his prayers for my Dad. He said he has closed the gate of hell and heaven. That my Dad would make it alive.
I actually did not see it the same way with him considering my Dad's status that morning. That was his fifth day in a coma.

At exactly 1:30pm , my younger brother called me. He sounded so excited. He said "Aunty Dammie, Daddy is okay, He looked so robust and fresh. He is also breathing well now"

I was actually shocked about the news. It sounded like a miracle. I blamed myself for not sharing the same view with my mentor.
Little did we know that my Dad had been transformed to join the celestials. Few minutes later , my brother called again. He said one of my Uncle was around but called to tell him that he could not find my Dad in the ward.

It was like a movie. I asked how that could be and where he was. He said he was called a few mins after he spoke with him to go get some medications for my Dad. So he left his ward already .I instructed him to return to my Dad's ward immediately so he could confirm the real situation.I was already tensed at that moment. I was rushing to attend to the customer in my front so I can excuse myself. Then my brother's call came .

He said " Aunty Dammie, Daddy is not breathing again"
What !!!
What did you just say?
I stood up from my seat and went straight to our toilet. I called my husband immediately to narrate what my brother told me. He calmed me down and promised to find out the real situation.

After a few mins , I summoned up courage to my supervisor's office. I told him I had to leave for the hospital immediately. Before I could say one more word, one of my senior colleagues walked into my boss's office. Then our office driver. I still did not understand the reason for that gathering. My Supervisor asked why and how I intended to go to Ikeja all the way from our end, Akowonjo. I told him I would trek. Ikeja seemed like a stone throw to me at that moment. I just wanted to be in my Dad's ward.I wanted to see the whole situation myself.
Unknown to me that my husband had actually called my supervisor to break the news to him after he confirmed it from one of his Doctor friends.

Before I could finish my demand,I saw my hubby walked into my office.
Why are you here?
Tell me the truth
Tell me it is not true.
How is my Dad?
There were a series of questions I posed to my husband all at once.

My husband all along was so calm and composed. He told me my Dad was fine. And he was called to report immediately at the hospital as my younger brother cannot take decision of the next action to be taken.
I told him that was a lie. I screamed and held him , then he signalled to my supervisor. I was held and they all started consoling me.
I politely told all of them to leave me . I requested to be taken straight to my mentor's house. My husband obliged my request and drove me off.

Immediately we got there, I broke down crying inconsolable.
My mentor who was almost my father's age calmed me down, he shared God's word and prayed with me. Then I slept off.

My husband visited the hospital to make necessary arrangements about moving my Dad's body to the hospital 's morgue.
On this day , nine years ago at 1:45pm , my great Dad exited this sinful world to join the celestials.

Olubamigbe Eniola Ebenezer Akano Adewole was an icon. He was a great father who went all his ways to give his children life he could not afford himself. He believed so much in giving a child a sound education irrespective of the gender. My Dad struggled his way to have his own education . He did the same for his own children. He struggled while we got the education. My Dad was the father any child could pray to have. He was a disciplinarian, caring and very diligent father. He prioritized his needs in life of which his family welfare and children's education topped the list.

He was my first mentor. He was my English teacher. He was my inspiration . My Dad enjoyed writing . He was a confidential secretary before he voluntarily resigned in 1993 from National Library of Nigeria to manage a community bank , Ipodo Community bank now known as Ipodo Microfinance bank with a friend and his siblings.

He later left the organisation due to some differences that arose along the way. He started his own business venture afterwards. He was into business registrations. He handled lots of registration of businesses for some of his clients. He made sure he delivered and owed no man even at the point of his death. I delivered the last work he did for one of his clients a few days after his demise. Because he gave clear written instructions before he went into a coma.

My Dad was that organised. He was a gift to me. His shoe was so big that nobody could fill it in.

Daddy, I really wished you stayed longer than you did. I was unable to celebrate you the way I ought to. You left this world when I was just getting my momentum in life. You sowed so much but you never waited to eat from your vine yard.

Daddy, you are one of the best gifts God gave to me. Some of your prophecies about me have already come to pass. I look forward to fulfilling others.

Keep resting in the bosom of your Lord Baami. Your last moment here on Earth gave a clear evidence of where you are at the moment. As we saw you transformed into a glorious body right in our own eyes but we lacked the understanding to decipher it at that moment.

Continue to rest in the peace of your Lord.

Adieu to a great father.
Olubamigbe Eniola Akano Adewole

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Posted by Dammie Addy on October 18, 2020

"The broken of my irreplaceable mirror"

I rushed to the hospital in my usual manner to check on my Dad. I wanted to know if there was any improvement. I inquired from my younger brother who was with him throughout the night of any improvement. I was led to pray with my Dad. As I laid my hands on his forehead, I observed he had a temperature. Immediately I ended my prayer,I observed change in his countenance . His face was smiling.

One of the nurses on morning shift walked in to attend to him. She advised us to get a blue seal Vaseline as part of his lap's skin was peeling off already.

As I was about to walk out of the ward, I was greeted by one of the mortuary attendants who was wheeling a body out of the ward into the mortuary.
I did not like this encounter at all. I quickly muttered some words of prayer for my Dad. I prayed that would not be his portion . Little did I know, my Dad had just a few hours left to depart this sinful world.
I had not gotten to where I would buy the Vaseline, when my younger brother's call came in .

I was so afraid and also eager to pick the call. AsI left the ward not up to five minutes. He sounded so happy on the phone, he said my Dad opened his eyes and watched me walked out of his ward.

I could not believe him. I asked repeatedly if he was. Sure of seeing him opened his eyes.
I quickly dashed back to the ward with the Vaseline. I met my Dad in the same state I left him. I was almost running late for work, so I told my younger brother to take care of him and communicate any change to me. Little did I know that the next call I would be receiving a few hours later would be to break the news of my Dad's home call to me.

I resumed at work carrying out my duties as usual. One of my Spiritual mentors came around to tell me about his prayers for my Dad. He said he has closed the gate of hell and heaven. That my Dad would make it alive.
I actually did not see it the same way with him considering my Dad's status that morning. That was his fifth day in a coma.

At exactly 1:30pm , my younger brother called me. He sounded so excited. He said "Aunty Dammie, Daddy is okay, He looked so robust and fresh. He is also breathing well now"

I was actually shocked about the news. It sounded like a miracle. I blamed myself for not sharing the same view with my mentor.
Little did we know that my Dad had been transformed to join the celestials. Few minutes later , my brother called again. He said one of my Uncle was around but called to tell him that he could not find my Dad in the ward.

It was like a movie. I asked how that could be and where he was. He said he was called a few mins after he spoke with him to go get some medications for my Dad. So he left his ward already .I instructed him to return to my Dad's ward immediately so he could confirm the real situation.I was already tensed at that moment. I was rushing to attend to the customer in my front so I can excuse myself. Then my brother's call came .

He said " Aunty Dammie, Daddy is not breathing again"
What !!!
What did you just say?
I stood up from my seat and went straight to our toilet. I called my husband immediately to narrate what my brother told me. He calmed me down and promised to find out the real situation.

After a few mins , I summoned up courage to my supervisor's office. I told him I had to leave for the hospital immediately. Before I could say one more word, one of my senior colleagues walked into my boss's office. Then our office driver. I still did not understand the reason for that gathering. My Supervisor asked why and how I intended to go to Ikeja all the way from our end, Akowonjo. I told him I would trek. Ikeja seemed like a stone throw to me at that moment. I just wanted to be in my Dad's ward.I wanted to see the whole situation myself.
Unknown to me that my husband had actually called my supervisor to break the news to him after he confirmed it from one of his Doctor friends.

Before I could finish my demand,I saw my hubby walked into my office.
Why are you here?
Tell me the truth
Tell me it is not true.
How is my Dad?
There were a series of questions I posed to my husband all at once.

My husband all along was so calm and composed. He told me my Dad was fine. And he was called to report immediately at the hospital as my younger brother cannot take decision of the next action to be taken.
I told him that was a lie. I screamed and held him , then he signalled to my supervisor. I was held and they all started consoling me.
I politely told all of them to leave me . I requested to be taken straight to my mentor's house. My husband obliged my request and drove me off.

Immediately we got there, I broke down crying inconsolable.
My mentor who was almost my father's age calmed me down, he shared God's word and prayed with me. Then I slept off.

My husband visited the hospital to make necessary arrangements about moving my Dad's body to the hospital 's morgue.
On this day , nine years ago at 1:45pm , my great Dad exited this sinful world to join the celestials.

Olubamigbe Eniola Ebenezer Akano Adewole was an icon. He was a great father who went all his ways to give his children life he could not afford himself. He believed so much in giving a child a sound education irrespective of the gender. My Dad struggled his way to have his own education . He did the same for his own children. He struggled while we got the education. My Dad was the father any child could pray to have. He was a disciplinarian, caring and very diligent father. He prioritized his needs in life of which his family welfare and children's education topped the list.

He was my first mentor. He was my English teacher. He was my inspiration . My Dad enjoyed writing . He was a confidential secretary before he voluntarily resigned in 1993 from National Library of Nigeria to manage a community bank , Ipodo Community bank now known as Ipodo Microfinance bank with a friend and his siblings.

He later left the organisation due to some differences that arose along the way. He started his own business venture afterwards. He was into business registrations. He handled lots of registration of businesses for some of his clients. He made sure he delivered and owed no man even at the point of his death. I delivered the last work he did for one of his clients a few days after his demise. Because he gave clear written instructions before he went into a coma.

My Dad was that organised. He was a gift to me. His shoe was so big that nobody could fill it in.

Daddy, I really wished you stayed longer than you did. I was unable to celebrate you the way I ought to. You left this world when I was just getting my momentum in life. You sowed so much but you never waited to eat from your vine yard.

Daddy, you are one of the best gifts God gave to me. Some of your prophecies about me have already come to pass. I look forward to fulfilling others.

Keep resting in the bosom of your Lord Baami. Your last moment here on Earth gave a clear evidence of where you are at the moment. As we saw you transformed into a glorious body right in our own eyes but we lacked the understanding to decipher it at that moment.

Continue to rest in the peace of your Lord.

Adieu to a great father.
Olubamigbe Eniola Akano Adewole
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The Memoir of an Icon



Hearing a child call his father an Icon or hero is not a new thing.  particularly those who have a wealthy one who has never withheld his generosity towards their upbringing.

When I say my father was an Icon, that was just it. 
I could remember growing up under the tutelage of a very caring, diligent and supporting father.

If any one could see any positive traits in me, I would say they were all passed down to me by my parents.

I would be mentioning the ones pertaining to my Late Dad.

My Dad was not a rich man when it comes to making references to number of lands, fleet of cars, houses built and owned by him. The reasons were not due to laziness. 

My father was a very diligent man. He believed so much in performing his roles effectively as a father. He did not believe in cutting corners in order to make an end meet.

He was very disciplined, humble, respectful and also godcentric.

He did not believe in not training a girl child. He treated all his children as being equal. He gave all, male and female alike same opportunities to grow. He was not of the believe that male children are more superior to their female counterparts.

May be if not, I might have not gone beyond secondary school.

I could remember University of Ibadan tuition was increased from barely 500 to fifteen thousand naira in 1998. That led to indefinete close down of the school then as a result of students protesting against this unjust increase.

Having had a senior brother in his final year in the same school, the unexpected rise in school fees at the time I was to join  really had a sudden effect on my Dad. He never thought the school fees would be increased to that extent even if there would be an increase.

I knew some students had to defer their admission due to this sudden hike in fees.

My passionate father never  supported this idea. He had to strive so hard to raise my fees and that of my brother.

Like i earlier mentioned that my Dad was not rich in material as he was just a civil servant in one of the Government offices; The National Library of Nigeria. The primary source of his income was just his meagre salary. No plan B. The salary was not even enough to take care of the family without the support of my mom from her petty trades. The main reason why that sudden hike in the school fees had a deep toll on him.

The most passionate thing about my father was that he was ever ready to sell off any valuable items in the house any time there was an urgent need to pay our fees and he was not buoyant.

He really believed in giving us all qualitative education. He believd that is the best inheritance he could bequeath to us.

He always said, if he used the money meant for our training on material things such as car, such would become obsolete by the time we grew up of age and would not be useful. Hence, his reasons for prioritising our educational needs above all other needs.

I could remember my Dad once sold our refridgerator to raise money for my brother's final year project.
Like he always said, if we were to still have the refridgerator, it would have been very rickety and old fashioned by now.

My Dad did not believe in a child struggling for himself. He believed for as long as a child was still under him, he owned such a responsibilty of caring and providing his needs.
 
Dad did the toiling, no wonder he was struck down by hypertension. The stress was too much . If he had wanted us to be ordinary, he might have not put in so much and may be would have been alive by now. And I wouldnt have been in a position to share this.

There are so many beautiful testimonies that could be picked from the memories and lifestyles of my late Dad.

Daddy..........if money could buy life, we would have bought one for you even if it would demand us taking loan.

You were a genius, victor,mentor,father, icon and trail blazer.

Continue to rest in the bossom of your Lord.

@ADDY DAMMIE
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The Memoir of an Icon

Shared by Addy Dammie on February 2, 2019


Hearing a child call his father an Icon or hero is not a new thing.  particularly those who have a wealthy one who has never withheld his generosity towards their upbringing.

When I say my father was an Icon, that was just it. 
I could remember growing up under the tutelage of a very caring, diligent and supporting father.

If any one could see any positive traits in me, I would say they were all passed down to me by my parents.

I would be mentioning the ones pertaining to my Late Dad.

My Dad was not a rich man when it comes to making references to number of lands, fleet of cars, houses built and owned by him. The reasons were not due to laziness. 

My father was a very diligent man. He believed so much in performing his roles effectively as a father. He did not believe in cutting corners in order to make an end meet.

He was very disciplined, humble, respectful and also godcentric.

He did not believe in not training a girl child. He treated all his children as being equal. He gave all, male and female alike same opportunities to grow. He was not of the believe that male children are more superior to their female counterparts.

May be if not, I might have not gone beyond secondary school.

I could remember University of Ibadan tuition was increased from barely 500 to fifteen thousand naira in 1998. That led to indefinete close down of the school then as a result of students protesting against this unjust increase.

Having had a senior brother in his final year in the same school, the unexpected rise in school fees at the time I was to join  really had a sudden effect on my Dad. He never thought the school fees would be increased to that extent even if there would be an increase.

I knew some students had to defer their admission due to this sudden hike in fees.

My passionate father never  supported this idea. He had to strive so hard to raise my fees and that of my brother.

Like i earlier mentioned that my Dad was not rich in material as he was just a civil servant in one of the Government offices; The National Library of Nigeria. The primary source of his income was just his meagre salary. No plan B. The salary was not even enough to take care of the family without the support of my mom from her petty trades. The main reason why that sudden hike in the school fees had a deep toll on him.

The most passionate thing about my father was that he was ever ready to sell off any valuable items in the house any time there was an urgent need to pay our fees and he was not buoyant.

He really believed in giving us all qualitative education. He believd that is the best inheritance he could bequeath to us.

He always said, if he used the money meant for our training on material things such as car, such would become obsolete by the time we grew up of age and would not be useful. Hence, his reasons for prioritising our educational needs above all other needs.

I could remember my Dad once sold our refridgerator to raise money for my brother's final year project.
Like he always said, if we were to still have the refridgerator, it would have been very rickety and old fashioned by now.

My Dad did not believe in a child struggling for himself. He believed for as long as a child was still under him, he owned such a responsibilty of caring and providing his needs.
 
Dad did the toiling, no wonder he was struck down by hypertension. The stress was too much . If he had wanted us to be ordinary, he might have not put in so much and may be would have been alive by now. And I wouldnt have been in a position to share this.

There are so many beautiful testimonies that could be picked from the memories and lifestyles of my late Dad.

Daddy..........if money could buy life, we would have bought one for you even if it would demand us taking loan.

You were a genius, victor,mentor,father, icon and trail blazer.

Continue to rest in the bossom of your Lord.

@ADDY 2015