"Ozolua" - Conqueror. Peace giver.
Attempting to capture the essence of our son, father, friend and brother, Ozolua Olabode Ehaihai Giwa-Amu in a preamble, would do him a great injustice. Oz, Ozed, Ozee, by any name or term of endearment you called him, was on a mission to connect and transform the world with love, one person at a time.
Oz engaged each person he met in a uniquely intimate way that made you feel special, seen, heard. He gave of himself completely to any friend or stranger in need. He was best friend, ardent supporter, counsellor, defender, warrior, confidant, facilitator and life of the party.
On Thursday May 12, 2022, the world lost a star. WE lost a star. In a flash of light, Oz was gone. He died as he lived, in a luminous flash - an impactful explosion of a genuinely bright star. He did life, and death, on his own terms. To borrow from the lyrics of Oz's favorite song, "I did it my way".
Oz was deeply loved by many and is profoundly missed by all. He is survived by his mother, his beloved son, pride and joy of his life, Irivbemi (Vemi), brothers and sisters, nieces, nephews, aunties, uncles, cousins and a host of friends from all over the world and all walks of life.
We are devastated by this unimaginable loss. But we celebrate his life, his legacy, his dreams, fulfilled and unfulfilled. Somewhere in heaven, Oz has a microphone in hand.
Please share with us your stories, your memories of Oz. We hope to create an archive of insightful memories for his son, Vemi, and his younger nieces and nephews to share for years to come.