Segelu, aka "Papingo," aka "keke baje ko se to," arghh, I am lost for words! If only I knew death was going to play a fast number, I would have hopped on a plane prior to Friday just to see that smile on your face again. God's ways are not like ours, right?
I planned on paying you a surprise visit next year when I visit home. Alas, I will have to be content with seeing your resting place. It's insane man, I am totally devastated. Not what I planned but hey, God knows best.
I remember with nostalgia the good old Falolu days when you and I got into countless trouble with our respective dads, the beatings, the reprimands, etc. Now I can only shake my head in sorrow as I wipe the current of tears cascading down my face. Why? Why you, why now?
If I could, I'll take out death with a single swipe. I'll drive it far away from our vicinity. But it beat us to it and took you away in your prime, depriving us of a jolly good reunion and the fond memories of the good old days.
Words cannot describe my sorrow, my pain, my anguish. Nothing can. All we can do is bask in God's glory for making our paths cross. I reminisced on the day we would sit around a table later on in life as we watch our children pick up the baton from where we pass it on to them. But wishes does not always pan out the way we plan.
It is very difficult for me to pass this tribute, it really is. If I could raise you like Jesus raised Lazarus, I would not bat an eyelid. I would, not for me, but for all of us, friends, family and kin alike who had the privilege to know you,
You will be sorely missed my friend and brother from different parents and that is an understatement. Adieu my jolly good friend till we meet to part no more in the bosom of the Lord. May He continue to grant us the grace to bear your untimely loss...