This memorial website was created in memory of Pa Samuel ADEGOKE, 86, born on March 25, 1929 and passed away on February 7, 2016. We will remember him forever.
Grieve not that he is no more; But rejoice that he was ... Ope ni f'Oluwa!
Tributes
Leave a tributeIt’s been 6 years that you left us today and I’m missing you so much today. Thank you for teaching me everything you taught me. Thank you for being so protective of me.
I know you are resting now, and that gives me all the joy I need. Keep resting grandpa.
I love you.
We remember you and truly the memory of the Just is blessed.
Sleep on Dad till we meet to part no more.
Miss you everyday. The notification poster for your demise is pasted at the back of my office door, this makes me feel closer to you. Every remembrance of you is blessed, i only wish sometimes i had live video clips or recordings of you to listen to or watch. You invested your live in us all (children and grandchildren). Your John, (my baby) who you always prophesied that Maths, physics, chemistry were tucked into the corners of his head (which i never ceased to complain about the shape) performed so well in his JAMB exam., i again wished you were here to share in this joy.
I know you are better off with Jesus in heaven, but as mortals we miss you. May the hope of reigning and fellowship with the one who died for those of us still here and redeemed us, keep us to the end.
Love you Dad and Miss you dearly.
GRANDPA as we called him until he promised to fine any who will call him that as against Great grandpa. For according to him the great grandchildren have started arriving.
He was a man that greatly influenced my life in more ways that I can count. I first met this wonderful man in 1983 when I visited the family on the invitation of the first daughter with the aim of ministering to them and getting them baptised in the Holy Spirit. It was a weekend of good Fellowship and great grandpa came across to me as a man who loved the Lord and was completely sold out to Him, the family worship was lovely and on Sunday I was mildly intrigued to see him in the Church choir with other members of his household.
I remember correctly his reaction when I naively visited him and told him of my desire to marry his daughter, I could see he was bemused and said to me quietly but lovingly that was not the way to go about it but that he did exactly the same thing when he wanted to marry his beloved wife and I looked at mummy sitting quietly there and smiling.
Great grandpa was a man who loved his children deeply I remember him and mummy visiting us in Jalingo in present day Taraba state in company of his son Dapo and daughter Jumoke to see and carry their first grandson Osaetin the Fellowship as usual was wonderful.
Great grandpa though could be said not to be and ordained minister but he understood what it means to be a priest over his household a man of prayer and intercession who constantly brought the children into the presence of God. Whenever you visit him or he visits you, he takes charge of the prayer sessions and without let he presents his strong petition to God, yet he was simple enough to also always ask that we should pray for him especially when he desires divine intervention in his affairs.
O great grandpa loves to go down memory lane always giving God the glory about the way the Lord had taking him through life’s journey beginning from his infancy through school, his sojourn in delta and how he met his wife. God was always the center piece of his life and career.
All the period I had associated with him I have never seen or heard him raise his voice in anger yet he was very firm with his decision. His training as an accountant came out clearly in all that he did for he was very meticulous and detailed in all his operations. He expected a proper account rendered on all issues.
Great grandpa was loving and large hearted a giver and one who was always willing to help. There is no gainsaying the fact that I will miss him greatly. Though the strongest consolation that we hold onto is that he is resting peacefully with his Lord and master Jesus Christ.
Adieu and good night GREAT GRANDPA.
Your son
Gabriel.
He was a firm,discliplined,focused,well organized and a family man,quite a good remembrance of times we had together in those monthly nightly vigils that held regularly at Agbowo and your good,enriched,intelligent and well guided contributions to our daily Bible studies while you stayed with us,that the grandchildren all cherished.
Grandpa held on unwavering with his prayer partner Late.Mrs. Aderibigbe and together they had many shared victories about their family challenges on their knees.
He was inseparable from his Bible which he resorted to using a lens in reading in his last days and listen to his computer Bible and was well at home with his tambourine in worshiping his God.
You sacrifice your comfort and pleasure in order to have your family intact after the translation of your wife and you were never burdensome to anyone but rather bequeathed an inheritance,in all you lived to please your Lord.
We rest assured that you have joined the saints triumphant to watch us as we run the race.
A man as humble and loving as Grandpa will always be remembered by those of us who knew him and loved him. Although we will miss him, his smile, his strictness, his love, we take consolation in the good feelings of our memories.
Rest In Peace Grandpa, till we meet again.
Dad, I could go on and on.....and write volumes, and volumes... about you! Daddy, this space does not suffice.....You are principled, forthright, unassuming..., yet loving, kind, tender hearted......; Heaven focused, earthly goal driven....faithful provider...,helper of the helpless, lover of many..., forgiven forgiver.....,large-hearted giver, sacrifice!...., assurance and re assurance...., compassionate toward fellow men...., executor of justice...,passionate mentor in scholarship..., brothers’ keeper.....,wisdom personified, wisdom unparalleled, and wisdom incomprehensible.... ; passionate comforter, ever present with a word, the right word......; ever hopeful, trusting always in his savior, Jesus.....;word addicted, lover of his heavenly father; lover of prisoners, hopeful for their future...; uncommon father, uncommon fathering, one of a kind!......
The hand that rocked my cradle.....,tendered my childhood.....,guided my youth, ....counsel in adulthood....,lover of my life.......,my mentor in scholarship...,lover of my spirit, of my soul, and carer of my body as I grew......;tender of my life..., lover and carer of our families - children, spouse, and grandchildren.....image of my heavenly father!.
With no exaggeration, and surprisingly, these virtues, these roles I have come to grasps with about your person, are..... the enabling prototype in clearer perception of my heavenly father’s ways.
These have shaped my life, my ways, and walk!
I love you, daddy.....,You live on!.....,just that..... on the other side of the divide!
Thank you for ALL the sacrifice you made up into my life for all times!....daddy!
Memories about you....,I cherish! Your love, and mum’s linger ever so near, so dear!
I hate to say ‘goodbye’!. It’s not ‘goodbye!’, daddy,......Just goodnight!
We’ll all meet as family, up above, in the morning, the glorious morning!. (Thank you Lord, for resurrection morning, which we dare not miss!...we gather, rejoicing, that we made it to heaven!. Thank you Lord!)
See you then, dad!
So long! Your Treasured daughter, Evbuoma, Idowu Kikelomo
Counting down to my trip to Nigeria, in 11 days I would see my beloved grandpa again. I could hardly wait.
February 7th 2016, driving to brunch on the quiet streets of DC, my phone buzzed, Text message…. “HI Dolapo, grandpa passed on this Afternoon.”
My heart stopped, tears streaming down my face, it can’t be………
It was only 11 days more…. Why couldn’t you hold on.
So Many more thing to say to you, more kisses to give, more laughter to share
But alas it was not to be.
“Erin lakatabu subu, kole dide mo”… (The mighty elephant has fallen, never to rise again) in the words of the Yoruba people
In my words, the Eagle has spread his vast wings, looked up at the sun and has taken its last and glorious flight to his final destination
So many reasons to have wanted you to stay on, but I am indeed glad that your weakened limbs have gained strength, you failing sight is as clear as the morning sun, your gait is restored and steady.
No more tears to shed……..my joy knows no bounds that I was able to introduce your first great grand-child to you……… oh how I will cherish the memory forever.
I will continue to remind her of who Pa Samuel Adegoke was, and let her know that on February 7th 2016 when tears were being shed on earth, in heaven the Golden gates were flung wide, the angels gathered on either side of the streets of gold, a mighty applause and the sound of rejoicing went up as THE LORD'S GENERAL was welcomed into eternal rest………..the voice of the father is heard saying……… well done thou good and faithful servant.
Sun Re Grandpa…. I will continue to love you through eternity
Your Grand-daughter,
Oluwadolapo Omoyemi Ozomaro
Living in Abgowo is one experience that has made me what I am today. It shaped me and moulded me, and I’m sure my siblings and cousins will be ever grateful. The early mornings of fetching water or sweeping the compound or doing one chore or the other, which of course Grandpa supervised personally—however upsetting they were at the time —were not in vain. These things were the fire that brought out and is still bringing me out as gold.
Grandpa knew the right definition of discipline, he was young at heart and ready to chastise and misdemeanour with the rod or the mouth. He wouldn’t sweep any wrongdoing under the carpet in the name of childish foolishness. He wouldn’t say “e fi si le, omode l’on se”. Chai grandpa beat me o. His disciplinary methods were the best.
Grandpa always had amazing stories to tell. His Sapele expedition, his experience in Ghana, but the funniest and most interesting of all was the story of how he met Grandma. He’d always start saying, “Come Emman, let me tell you the story of how I met your Grand mama. Back in 1954…” He told that story to me more than once and I enjoyed it each time. I could tell that he really loved to tell it. It was always a blessing being around him.
He remained faithful to his end, he finished the race strong and he kept the faith. I can’t count how many times he finished the bible cover to cover, both reading and listening. He spent hours on his knees praying for his children and grandchildren and I’m proud to say that those prayers paid off.
I promise you will never find another person like Pa Samuel Adegboye Adegoke. Thank you for being my grandfather. I love you granpa and your memory will forever remain evergreen in my heart. Sleep well Sir, we’ll see you again when the Lord pleases.
The days in Agbowo were one of the best days of my childhood period.
I remember grandpa sitting in the balcony every afternoon reading his Bible. I remember those times he'll leave us in his bus and go and preach to prisoners. Oh how can anyone ever forget the bell and sound of his tambourine he used to wake us up every morning or the endless hours we had to wait behind after church because he was meeting with new converts. Grandpa all these amazing acts of love and passion for God thought us what it means the offer a reasonable and acceptable service to God. Through your life, I have learnt to love God more for it pays to serve Jesus.
Words will fail me grandpa to talk about the times we sat just to talk, you told us about your exploits in Sapele and how you met the love of your life. And the time you gave me ugu water to taste and how you assured me it was sweeter after you added salt. I love you grandpa and I'll miss you but my joy is that you are with Jesus now. Rest in perfect peace grandpa.
I cast my mind back to well over two
decades, and see the feet of a little girl
as they traverse the stone floors of the
hallways of the old homestead. The
curtains between the hallway and the living
room part, and there you are standing at the
door of your bedroom. “Abike”, you say as
you acknowledge and lift her into your arms.
I see the girl, now an adolescent, come in at
the small red side gate, and as she walks past
the well, she lifts her head and sees you seated
at your favorite spot on the balcony. “Abike” you
say, “get into a skirt” even before the pleasantries
are over. You were rock steady, a man of prayer,
open hearted, and quite opinionated.
Gramps, the goodbye was sudden, and unexpected
not quite how you and I planned it. Yet I can hear
your voice, and see your face as you smile and say
“Kashbobo It was time to go home.” You stood as a
pillar, my comfort and encouragement at all times,
never was a man as proud of me as you were. 5am
in Agbowo ceases to be the same as the clang of the
bell that was you calling us to prayer is forever silent.
You raised an army, created a legacy, and now you leave
a vacuum. I salute you, Omo Adegoke, your features are
forever etched into my memory. The wool white hair,
the strong clear voice, the words “it shall be well with
you” that echoed from you at the parting of every meeting
and call. I fly the flag at half mast, in recognition that your
dusk arrived, and we carry on the torch from where you
left off. I love and miss you, but I carry you in my heart.
Suun Re!
I thank God for your impact in my life and although it hurts that you have gone, I know you are back home. Thank you for who you were to me and who you will continue to be. I pray I can be the sought of grandfather and patriarch you were to me.
See you one day in heaven, Grandpa.
At the appropriate time, Dad walked into my small world by Divine predestination but unbeknown to me;
Daddy, You met every demand for a father a daughter could ever elicit!
Daddy, you became a sacrifice in every sense to make me great and you gave me a place among princes.
Indeed, you gave me a head start in life for which I am forever indebted to you.
Yours was a life of devotion and continued to give till you drew your last breath and then dropped.
I am grateful to God that you knew him in the real sense of it and then I came to know you – My Father, Friend and Benefactor.
Thank You Daddy.
Adieu, Ashola, Oba Omo… till we meet to part no more.
Your grateful and loving daughter,
Olajumoke Aduke Akinbamijo.
Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.
Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
Sleep on Great Grand Pa
I have had many defining moments in this ‘time case’
My face, my race, my place, my plays, my days, my daze, my gaze, my crave and yes my craze
As though in a mirage, all is now in alteration
Nothing compared to the present case-in-question
My gait is now firm, Jerusalem my song, my city, my destination
My life’s experience - now left on your lips to tell
Non sibi sed allis – not for us but for others – I thee compel
As I have no mortal lips and tongues again
Only a crown of gold to gain
My time came calling
Please let me go.
True, I had no time to bid farewell.
I understand It must have been for you all a hard sell
But because I now know better
My path is smooth, my face is set, and my gait is steady
I was always ready
Now I need no walker, Thanks to Emmanuel (God is with me) I need no carnal helper and stalker
I am straight as ever in my heart – no helter-skelter
Sorry if there was no farewell - there is really none!
I have entered the timeless zone
For now, please lay me down gently, let me be gone
It is only a ‘see you later’ and not ‘Bye-bye for good’.
Time decayed, mortality was reined in on the Lord’s day
(Give it a thought – Ojo AIKU – Gloriously admitted into immortality I was!)
Let these thoughts therefore, comfort you all the way
After years of feeling exasperated
I was now liberated!
It was my day to withdraw from the Masters field
I have entered into His own rest – My flesh is killed
It was another day to mark a birthday – I saw all that
Alas! Not any more will I have any of that
I heard the grinding movements of the day’s cooking
I saw you all being busy – you were not looking
Yams, meat cuts, veggies, oils all converging for a good cause
But my gaze was not the earthly table but Zion’s shores
In a split moment – I took a power nap
Free from an earthy trap
My journey will be long
My soul need be strong
Heading home to a new song
Let this thoughts keep you strong
For all the time you will miss my tongue
I have overcome, I remain by faith and by death unstung
Rejoice with me I have gone home
Time has taken a break on me – No more ultimatum
Mo ti r’Oluwa..
Mo ti d’ero Orun…..
Laalaa alagbase tan; Ojo ogun ti pari
A f’Ope f’Olorun, L’Okan ati l’Ohun wa
On behalf of the ADEGOKE Clan of Inisha, Osun State of Nigeria, it is with thankful heart that we announce the home-calling on the Lord's Day- 7th of February 2016 and on his third daughter's birthday, Pa Samuel Adegboye Adegoke took one last deep breath and thereafter took leave eternally of this material presence.
Though his beginnings were small, true to His name, his last earthly chapters were exceedingly great. He persevered to the end.
Please join us as we celebrate the life and times of our Great Patriarch who is now with the Saints Triumphant.
Christian Wake will be kept with a Service of Songs as we celebrate Papa Adegoke's memory at the Chapel of The Resurrection, University of Ibadan, Ibadan, Nigeria on the 21st of April 2016 at 6.30 pm.
Thereafter, his mortal remains will be committed to earth on the 22nd of April 2016 at the Chapel of the Resurrection, University of ibadan at 10.00am.
The song is ended, but the melody lingers on...(Irving Berlin )
Kindly watch this space for further communications on the funeral rites.
Prayerful wishes to you all
Adedapo Adegoke
On behalf of the ADEGOKE Clan
Leave a Tribute
It’s been 6 years that you left us today and I’m missing you so much today. Thank you for teaching me everything you taught me. Thank you for being so protective of me.
I know you are resting now, and that gives me all the joy I need. Keep resting grandpa.
I love you.
Uncle always put the needs of others before himself
Uncle Adegoke and I have worked together since 1993 - first as members of the Widows Welfare Subcommittee of the Chapel of the Resurrection, University of Ibadan caring for needy widows. Uncle was passionate about this cause until he became too ill to attend meetings.
Uncle was also an ardent supported of the Clothing Very Needy Widows at Christmas (CVNWC) which restored the dignity and respect of widows at the high point of the Christian calendar through allocatign them brand new fabrics with which to make clothes to celebrate the season. Uncle supported the programme for more than ten years and was always first with his contribution to this cause. Even when he was very ill, he arranged for payments of hs pledge to this project. A greater philanthropist than uncle I am yet to see. If I have seen God's saint in this world, it was Uncle Samuel Adegoke.
His children were blessed to have such a father and they were also blessed to have in turn been a blessing to him in his life.
He will be missed by all of us in CVNWC.
God bless.
Joyce Temisan Nuga
The good, the upright, the blessed.
Diligence, prudence, persistence, contentment, containment, discipline, enduring, longsuffering, achieving, faith, godliness, honesty, truth, love..... Just to name a few precious pearls he left with us.
He defeated the "Goliath" of hypertension after 29 years of bondage and stirred me up to do the same to asthma of 9 years' bondage. He taught me to meditate on God's Word day and night. I saw him do it faithfully. And when his eyes could do it no more, his ears did. He stayed on the way, the truth and the life.
Indeed "Blessed is the man that feareth the LORD, that delighteth greatly in his commandments. His seed shall be mighty upon earth: the generation of the upright shall be blessed" (excerpt from Psalm 112).
It's a great priviledge to be one in your generation!