Tributes
Leave a tributeYou lived an amazing life and a great example for us.
Thank you for everything you did and all you taught us in that we are able to carry on your legacy .
Love you Papa and miss you ❤️❤️
We have no doubts that "home" has been all you anticipated it to be and much more. Yes,we look forward to seeing you again in the glorious "home" that the Lord Jesus Christ told us about so often in the Scriptures. We have been comforted by our treasured memories of you, that get sweeter each year. We thank God that you didn't leave a legacy of acrimony and disunity. God has truly been so gracious and kind.
On this 6th anniversary, we remember you as we always do...forever cherished, forever loved, forever missed. Rest on dear Papa, rest on
My Papa could speak as eloquently about Shakespeare as he could speak of the latest engineering invention. When having a personal computer was considered a luxury and reserved for a few, Papa allowed us to explore with his.
Oh and how can I forget his storytelling prowess, several stories of Ijapa (the cunning tortoise) and Yanibo (tortoise's wife). I remember how he returns from trips with his car trunk loaded with vegetables and fruits! We always looked forward to his return from his frequent trips.
As grandchildren started coming into the picture, "Grandpa Ibadan" was the Grandpa who tells the grandkids at 7pm, "let's dress up and go for ice cream and pop corn" Maybe that's why my "Prof Captain" loves popcorn so much.
Every conversation with my siblings always brings back memories of visits to site, where we all had our portion of farm and we would plant corn, cassava and yam. And we would nurture them till harvest time. Of course,Papa and Mom's harvest was always the most bountiful, but ours wasn't so bad too.
I could write books about my Papa. As we grew up, our interaction became refined, we could dialogue and share opinions, even disagree with his view, without being offended.
It's been 5 years of not having "Thursday Thursday", which was the agreed time for our weekly catch up phone call. Isn't it something that he went to be with the Lord on a Thursday morning?
As i continue remembering my Papa, I am reminded of his many advices and counsels over the years - "ranti omo eni ti iwo nse" meaning "remember whose child you are, the family you represent".
Papa, my Papa, beloved Grandpa Ibadan, Prof the Honorable Commissioner, continue to rest peacefully. You fought a good fight,you came, you saw and you conquered! We continue to honor and cherish your memory Prof Olubayo Olateju
There is no shadow of turning with Thee;
Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not
As Thou hast been Thou forever wilt be.
"Great is Thy faithfulness!" "Great is Thy faithfulness!"
Morning by morning new mercies we see;
All we have needed Thy hand hath provided—
"Great is Thy faithfulness, " Lord, unto us!
5 years and counting...You live in eternity now, ever in the present.
Papa, this is our song today.......
I now know the full meaning of you don’t appreciate something until you lose it.
I wish l could turn back time and let you know how much l love you. There’re so many things that happened when we were young, that we had no understanding of, but now, they’re crystal clear.
Thank you Papa for all your love, sacrifices, efforts because without you, l won’t be where l am today but l take comfort in the knowledge at at some stage after this life we will meet to part no more.
Sleep well, my Father, l
As I closed a chapter of one aspect of my life's adventure in the marketplace today, my thoughts circle back to you my Dad, my Papa and I remember you, your words, your motivation. I recollect how you were there for every milestone I achieved. You were and always will be my hero. It's unbelievable that you have been gone for almost 5 years now...continue to rest in peace my beloved Papa. Memories of you are always precious to me.
Continue your sleep in the Saviour, dear Uncle.
Not in device nor creed;
I trust the Ever-living One,
His wounds for me shall plead
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand; All other ground is sinking sand »
Forever missed, dear Uncle.
I miss you so much, more so now that Grandma Rotifa has come to join you and you are both rejoicing in the presence of the lover of your souls. Each day, I look forward to the return of the one who's promised us life everlasting, where there will be no more sorrow or pain.
It's the 75th anniversary of your birth, beloved Papa and I celebrate your times and life. I celebrate your legacy. I celebrate my memories of you. I celebrate the peace that continues to keep our hearts and minds. With ever loving thoughts on this special day, Happy birthday my Papa.
To all who have shared our sorrow, our gradual healing these past 3 years, "thank you". Oh God our help in ages past, our hope for years to come...
Keep resting in perfect peace Papa while we look forward to our glorious reunion at the appointed time at the Master's feet.
It’s been 3 years since you left so unexpectedly, all we have of you now are pictures and memories.
I knew you as a strict dad but you were also kind, loving and caring.
I wish we had more time together, I wish l could go back in time and say all the things I wish to say. To tell you thank you for giving life, thanks for being there for me, thank you for pushing me to be where l am today and to tell you l love you and miss you so much.
Rest well my father, until we meet to part no more.
I nodded in approval and chuckled saying to myself, "that's my superstar Dad". Gone but impossible to forget. Forgetting you is a feat that can never be performed by anyone who came in contact with you. Keep singing with the angels while WE KEEP PRAISING GOD as you instructed. Loving you always my precious Papa.
That you are gone
19 months have passed by
Oh I wish i could wish away this reality
For one more opportunity to sit with you
To hear your merry laughter
To watch you playing and talking with your grandchildren
To see your beloved face
Just one more time
Time they say heals all wounds
But certain wounds never heal
As sharp as the distress I felt on this day
19 months ago
Same i feel today
But I must draw comfort
Comfort from memories
Comfort from all you left behind
Comfort from your legacies
Comfort from knowing where you are
Singing and rejoicing
Rejoicing before the King of Kings
Till that day in eternity
When your face I shall see again
Keep resting in the bosom of the Almighty
To whom you committed us all
And charged us to "keep praising God"
I love you so dearly
And miss you terribly my beloved Papa
- Jumi odepe friend of Titi Ayotunde Rotifa
My beloved grandpa you have stopped somewhere for the rest of us [on earth] to continue it was an honor to know you my hero and defender as you said JUST KEEP ON PRAISING GOD thank you for all the sleep overs we had
We rest our hearts in the Lord, confident that we shall see again at His coming. Much Love.
A dupe pe oju aye yin ko baje, beni eyin yin na dara. It can only be God who has been our rock for this past year and the assurance that ure dwelling with the angels.
Rest on papa .
Love u as always
No day passes without a memory of you coming to mind, bringing whimsical smiles and teary eyelids...memories of a good life; memories of a diligent brilliant mind; memories of a dedication to God, family and profession.
One of a kind, irreplaceable, unforgettable, uniquely kindhearted (Fifi's words)...stubbornly devout and devoted to just causes...are there enough words to describe you?
As the Sun rises every day, I am reminded to make it worthwhile, to make each day count, to leave my footprints in the sands of time and in the lives of all I come across. You taught me that, Papa, and I can never forget.
Keep basking in the glorious presence of the King of Kings. I love you, miss you and cherish you always. ..
You are fondly remembered today, I am surprised because I didn't shed a tear and that's because of ur sweet memories.
Your birthday was marked by us all ur beautiful daughters and hope u did the same to in heaven .
3 happy cheers papa. Shiki Shaka shiki shaka, hoy, hoy, hoy. Love u loads papa and continue to sing with the Angels .
Happy Birthday to you!!!
Your fond memories kept us going.
We all celebrated you today as we are sure you all did in heaven.
Three hearty cheers for the bestest Papa, ever!
Shiki!Shaka! Shiki!!Shaka!! Shiki!!!Shaka!!! Hoy, Hoy, Hoy!
I'm Free
(Author Unknown)
Submitted by Prof. John B. K. Aheto as a tribute to Dad (Tried as I did, I just could not find the words to describe the loss and grief)
Don’t grieve for me, for now I’m free
I’m following the path God has laid you see.
I took His hand when I heard him call
I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day
To laugh, to love, to work, to play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way
I found that peace at the close of day.
If my parting has left a void
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss
Oh yes, these things I too will miss.
Be not burdened with times of sorrow
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life’s been full, I savored much
Good friends, good times, a loved one’s touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief
Don’t lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your hearts and peace to thee
God wanted me now; He set me free.
Leave a Tribute
You lived an amazing life and a great example for us.
Thank you for everything you did and all you taught us in that we are able to carry on your legacy .
Love you Papa and miss you ❤️❤️
Please be patient.
Please be patient.
Letters
Remembering about going away to boarding school brought a memory I had tucked away. Shortly after getting married, during one of our visits home in Ibadan, Papa handed me a binder. He always had a binder for each of us, filing away our school results/reports from way back when. So if any of my sisters ever told you, "I always took 1st position when I was in school", come ask me to check Papa's library (very useful info for my nieces and nephews hahaha).
Anyway, back to my story, Papa handed me a binder and upon opening it, it was a chronicle of my life - copies of my birth certificate, baptismal certificate, receipt from the hospital where I was born (yeah, I was born in the hospital for real), to notes asking me to be excused from school because of measles, signed by Papa (yes, he kept copies of notes he sent to my kindergarten teacher!). As I continued looking through the binder, I came across a lined sheet of paper with "chicken scratches" on it...lol. the handwriting was terrible. I flipped it over and saw it was signed by yours truly, MOI! It was one of the letters I had written home while I was away at boarding school, 11 or 12 years old at the time. My sister Doc and I were missing home terribly and unhappy with boarding school. I had written so much and included this sentence which Papa underlined - "we are like sheep without a shepherd". Haaa...heartbreak!
We were already blessed with LadyFi at the time I came across this letter again and I could only imagine how he and Mom felt, reading that from their very young children in far away Bida, Niger State. Needless to say, we were soon "repatriated" back to schools closer home after that and I doubt that any of us really went that far from home again until we were young adults.
I recall that letter and always wondered why Papa kept it, filed it away securely and gave it to me many years after. We laughed about it at the time, but the more I think about it, the more I think it revealed another layer to the personality of the man I am always proud to call my Father, my Papa and the one and only Grandpa Ibadan to my kids. Even though he was stern and firm, we always knew we could be true about how things were with us, even at that young age.
Today marks the 6th year anniversary of Papa's transition to glory and according to LadyFi this morning, "is it really 6 years already?" Indeed, the past 6 years have been like one year, our grief is still there, but time indeed is healing our wounds and sorrow at your departure, Papa. You are one unforgettable man, really our hero in more ways than 1. Your memory is forever cherished, forever loved, forever missed.
Honouring your memory
As Papa got older, he became extremely generous (he had always been but as I got older and became more aware i recognised it more and more). Since we cannot bring you back, we decided to celebrate Papa's life and times by visiting a place he is known to have a special affinity for - The Motherless Babies Home. Until i visited, I didn't understand fully the depth of kindness my father embodied. I am grateful that you left a legacy of humility, gratitude and generousity - towards God and mankind. Today my heart blesses my Papa again for real life lessons he taught me in words but most epsecially in deeds.
Rest in peace my beloved Papa.
Memoirs of sandwiches
I remember that Friday morning, I was in 200 level in OAU when I heard my name over the public address system "Titi Olateju, E block, you have a visitor at the Porter's Lodge". I could not imagine who would come looking for so early in the morning around 7.30am.
I dressed up and quickly went outside to the Porter' Lodge only to see my beloved Dad, fully dressed and went quickly to meet him. He told me he was on his way home to Ibadan and he wanted to drop a few things for me before his departure.
Upon escorting him to the car, I saw a blue basket with a dish of freshly made soup, fruits like pawpaw and a bowl filled with sandwich. The sandwich has butter, jam and boiled eggs in them. I was ecstatic, took my "loot", wished him a safe journey and went back to my room.
My roommates were astonished at the contents of the blue basket brought by my dad for me. None of my roommates that year ever forgot that incident, neither have I despite the years that have passed since then.
I remember it with a smile, with a tinge of sadness too, that this generous man, this loving dad didn't think it was beneath him to make stew and bring sandwiches for his undergraduate daughter in the same University where he is a very senior lecturer (a Professor for that matter). A smile because often it is't the bigger things that touch us to our very core, rather it is the small seemingly inconsequential things that leave us eternally changed. A tinge of sadness because my dad is gone too soon...
My dad, my hero...I can never ever forget you. Sandwiches have never held more memories than the one I just shared