March 2, 2021
March 2, 2021
My Swimmer
I feel so grateful to have had you as a father. I remember growing up was so interesting that anytime you came to pick us from school, you never came empty handed. There were always some goodies for us (sons), and you always had a smile on when handing them over. I can remember the packs of Wall’s ice cream, Nasco wafers (I so much loved the banana flavour and Daddy knew and so he handed it over to me immediately out of the mix, leaving the strawberry and vanilla flavours to my brothers, Bode and Kolade, who both aren’t particular about the flavours. They just enjoyed it. But I loved the banana flavour and Daddy always went the extra length to get it for me.
There was also Suntop, Okin shortcake biscuit, Smarties, or he would just walk into NTA, which borders our school, A.D.R.A.O International School and get some steaming hot suya sticks.
Oh Daddy! Thank you for the treats. Every occasion was special because Daddy ensured they were. Christmas and Easter would see us at the Amusement Park at Apapa and later to Kingsways, Marina to have the train ride to see Father Christmas. Afterwards, we would visit Leventis stores and shop. He so knew how to spoil us even after our mom had just reported to him of a misdeed by one or all of us collectively, Daddy would still give us that treats regardless. It usually got Mom so mad. He teased me Baba Jonbolu (meaning paper weight because of my poor feeding habit). It was his own way of encouraging me to eat well. He was a fine gentleman and enjoyed the fine things. From his Pierre Cardin shirts, French suits to his Van Heusen shoes, my Dad was stylish. You won’t see him without his sun-glasses and he had plenty of them. Daddy loved sports, especially swimming and football and he would boast about his swimming skills, sharing details of him defeating his friends and siblings at contests from the beach front at the Federal Palace hotel to Tarwa Bay. He told us so much about his conquest at the sport and sometimes challenged us (children) to a swimming contest which we always declined for fear of losing, hence I nicknamed him, Swimmer.
Daddy was always fun to be with and he loved to celebrate you and your successes. I miss you Dad, and your grandsons will miss your ever impactful presence anytime they visited or called you.
Forever in our hearts my dear Swimmer.
Prince Olushola Mosunmade Shadeko
My Charming Prince
Prince Charles Adegboyega Shadeko was a lovely father and an awesome man. Always full of life and very interesting to engage.
My fine boy Daddy was stylish and cute with his ever-dark hair punk.
He was erudite and vast on all subject matters. Ever ready to learn. I trust my Dad, he knows what you are talking about even if you were an astronaut that lives on the moon. He knew how to make strangers feel welcomed and at home. He was best at making you put on a good smile though it seems you are about to face your worst fears, I assure you Daddy would paralyse your fears with humour instantly. As I prepared to leave the country for Canada soon after my wedding, my Daddy was already missing me and the feeling was mutual. I had told him we would chat regularly and do video calls to bridge the distance, but that didn’t do much to assuage him because Daddy wasn’t so much a techy person. He was old school. He wouldn’t even have an ATM card for fear of electronic fraud. He would always walk into First Bank banking hall with his cheque leaflets for his transactions,
But I made sure we did; we had lots of video calls with Daddy from here in Calgary, especially at birthdays, Christmas and New Year and it really made him happy. Daddy didn’t just offered, but he insisted on driving me personally to the airport to catch my flight. We chatted all the way non-stop and even continued our gist at one of the waiting lounges at departure before my flight was called. I had hoped and looked forward to a home-coming with Daddy, but sad my super Dad is gone; gone to be with the Lord, my consolation.
I love you Daddy. My wife, Sandra still can’t stop the tears and your granddaughter Zoe will miss your prayers and love. You will always have a place in our hearts.
Prince Akolade Oloyede Shadeko (Son)
My Dad, My Paddy
I am still finding it hard to speak of Daddy in past tense. It’s still shocking and overwhelming. I try not to think about the reality of his demise, maybe it is my own way of grieving. But as his burial date approached, my elder brother, Olabode, Baba O, as I fondly call him, won’t stop breathing down my neck to churn out my tribute to Dad and so here is it: ‘Daddy was kind, loving, stylish and very prudent too. He loved people and goodness; he enjoyed celebrating feats and successes achieved. He was also principled and honest to a fault. Fondly, I remember Dad always looking out for us (his boys) in every way he knew best. Daddy was my best friend and paddy.
I can’t relieve myself of all of my fond memories of and with him, so I would just let the rest be for my keeps and would keep counting my blessings alongside our memories till we meet again, my Daddy.
Prince Olakanmi Adedamola Shadeko (Son)
I feel so grateful to have had you as a father. I remember growing up was so interesting that anytime you came to pick us from school, you never came empty handed. There were always some goodies for us (sons), and you always had a smile on when handing them over. I can remember the packs of Wall’s ice cream, Nasco wafers (I so much loved the banana flavour and Daddy knew and so he handed it over to me immediately out of the mix, leaving the strawberry and vanilla flavours to my brothers, Bode and Kolade, who both aren’t particular about the flavours. They just enjoyed it. But I loved the banana flavour and Daddy always went the extra length to get it for me.
There was also Suntop, Okin shortcake biscuit, Smarties, or he would just walk into NTA, which borders our school, A.D.R.A.O International School and get some steaming hot suya sticks.
Oh Daddy! Thank you for the treats. Every occasion was special because Daddy ensured they were. Christmas and Easter would see us at the Amusement Park at Apapa and later to Kingsways, Marina to have the train ride to see Father Christmas. Afterwards, we would visit Leventis stores and shop. He so knew how to spoil us even after our mom had just reported to him of a misdeed by one or all of us collectively, Daddy would still give us that treats regardless. It usually got Mom so mad. He teased me Baba Jonbolu (meaning paper weight because of my poor feeding habit). It was his own way of encouraging me to eat well. He was a fine gentleman and enjoyed the fine things. From his Pierre Cardin shirts, French suits to his Van Heusen shoes, my Dad was stylish. You won’t see him without his sun-glasses and he had plenty of them. Daddy loved sports, especially swimming and football and he would boast about his swimming skills, sharing details of him defeating his friends and siblings at contests from the beach front at the Federal Palace hotel to Tarwa Bay. He told us so much about his conquest at the sport and sometimes challenged us (children) to a swimming contest which we always declined for fear of losing, hence I nicknamed him, Swimmer.
Daddy was always fun to be with and he loved to celebrate you and your successes. I miss you Dad, and your grandsons will miss your ever impactful presence anytime they visited or called you.
Forever in our hearts my dear Swimmer.
Prince Olushola Mosunmade Shadeko
My Charming Prince
Prince Charles Adegboyega Shadeko was a lovely father and an awesome man. Always full of life and very interesting to engage.
My fine boy Daddy was stylish and cute with his ever-dark hair punk.
He was erudite and vast on all subject matters. Ever ready to learn. I trust my Dad, he knows what you are talking about even if you were an astronaut that lives on the moon. He knew how to make strangers feel welcomed and at home. He was best at making you put on a good smile though it seems you are about to face your worst fears, I assure you Daddy would paralyse your fears with humour instantly. As I prepared to leave the country for Canada soon after my wedding, my Daddy was already missing me and the feeling was mutual. I had told him we would chat regularly and do video calls to bridge the distance, but that didn’t do much to assuage him because Daddy wasn’t so much a techy person. He was old school. He wouldn’t even have an ATM card for fear of electronic fraud. He would always walk into First Bank banking hall with his cheque leaflets for his transactions,
But I made sure we did; we had lots of video calls with Daddy from here in Calgary, especially at birthdays, Christmas and New Year and it really made him happy. Daddy didn’t just offered, but he insisted on driving me personally to the airport to catch my flight. We chatted all the way non-stop and even continued our gist at one of the waiting lounges at departure before my flight was called. I had hoped and looked forward to a home-coming with Daddy, but sad my super Dad is gone; gone to be with the Lord, my consolation.
I love you Daddy. My wife, Sandra still can’t stop the tears and your granddaughter Zoe will miss your prayers and love. You will always have a place in our hearts.
Prince Akolade Oloyede Shadeko (Son)
My Dad, My Paddy
I am still finding it hard to speak of Daddy in past tense. It’s still shocking and overwhelming. I try not to think about the reality of his demise, maybe it is my own way of grieving. But as his burial date approached, my elder brother, Olabode, Baba O, as I fondly call him, won’t stop breathing down my neck to churn out my tribute to Dad and so here is it: ‘Daddy was kind, loving, stylish and very prudent too. He loved people and goodness; he enjoyed celebrating feats and successes achieved. He was also principled and honest to a fault. Fondly, I remember Dad always looking out for us (his boys) in every way he knew best. Daddy was my best friend and paddy.
I can’t relieve myself of all of my fond memories of and with him, so I would just let the rest be for my keeps and would keep counting my blessings alongside our memories till we meet again, my Daddy.
Prince Olakanmi Adedamola Shadeko (Son)
