Let the memory of Oyekunle be with us forever and never depart from us
  • 43 years old
  • Born on March 23, 1972 in Modakeke, Osun, Nigeria.
  • Passed away on July 3, 2015 in Maiduguri, Maiduguri, Nigeria.

This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Oyekunle Falanke, 35, born on March 23, 1972 and passed away on July 3, 2015. We will remember him forever.

Posted by Oyebamiji Joshua on 11th April 2018
I truly miss you daddy,
Posted by Oyebamiji Joshua on 23rd October 2016
For my beloved uncle and father S/Sgt Oyekunle Olabisi Falanke, we love you but God loves you most
Posted by Oyebamiji Joshua on 9th October 2016
Heroes of my age in their morning mourn, Filled with teardrops of pain and sorrow, They'll be now part of the epic history, But the cloudiness of who ones's fault still remains a doubt for justice, When all lies in secrecy, Can we blame peace and harmony? Where we are all thirsty. The masters of war behind the walls, Safe and sound from the bullets of death, The heroes in order and duty, When guns can't do anything for victory, When bullets can't do anything for survival, They hide behind the seeds, behind the prayers Behind the first fallen hero. They, who are grabby for one's life, for one's blood, Thirsty for distraction of one's covenant, They, who pulled the trigger, who ought killing is a game, Shooting one's body as if a little toy, Like the Trojan war of old, was trapped and deceived. Will their consciences arrest them? Will forgiveness forgives them? When they will die? In service, for security the heroes died, To sacrifice one's life in the name of duty, A peace we wish is a peace they're yearning? Or an inside job for another piece of power? Who knows, we only care But the Man can see them behind their masks, Through their eyes, inside their brains. The agony and heartaches they leave behind, The scars that'll bleed for justice and life, For the woman of love, alone in coldest times, Somehow tears may dry by the aging of time. For the cries of baby longing for daddy, Searching for brawny arms that will lift them, The baritone voice that will laugh with them. Now change of path, life will never be the same, The light will also be now the wall. All will pass, all will calm like an ocean after the storm, But justice still pursuits justice, must not hide from another demise, Will give them the truth? Will the lives be not wasted? Afraid for this will be one of the unresolved cases, Repeats the failure of my Country, Their coffins, their graveyards, in memoirs for the heroes Once the stewards of us, once the fathers of Country Worthy of prayers -for them, for families and for justice. We salute the Fallen!

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