My Brother my Father, Olorogun miilton Paul Enameguono Ohwovoriole (SAN)  The Akpohor (Prime Minister) of Olomu kingdom, defender of customs and traditions of Olomu kingdom.   A caring Brother  that stood in place of a father   for us.
When father left us you were there for us as a father. We greatly appreciate your assistance and role. May God bless your soul.                 
 WE LOVE YOU  BUT GOD LOVE YOU MORE
We will miss you
Good bye, tode ose

What words can describe you? Your diligence was always mesmerizing, your inclinations is a reference point to your people and country.. watching you in court was simply a delight, there was this special aura, a sight to behold. How painful to say adieu . Fair thy well the Royal Akpohor/ Akpile of Olomu kingdom. Brikins Owumi.

Ejodia Brikins

The first Man I ever loved, The care and Love you showed us while growing up can never be described, Unique in every thing you did, looking back as a parent now I can see the sacrifices you made to ensure we had it all, I am grateful for the time God gave us to spend with you Daddy, its so hard to write this because I can never say goodbye, you will forever continue to live in my heart, memory and thoughts, Your words of praise and encouragement forever ringing in my ears, I will keep standing tall and making you proud Dad...I will Love you Forever...Your Daughter..Otubure

My Father - Prince Milton Paul, Enameguolo Ohwovoriole (SAN),


I know my dad is looking down right now on us, and I truly believe he knows just how loved he really was. My father was a man of inestimable value, a great and caring father, a loving grandfather and wonderful great grandfather. My father was the embodiment of a powerful man who was principled to the core. An intellectual who was hardworking and a great provider. He was a renowned legal luminary who held family very dear to his heart. 


My father always placed eminent priority on education and contributed to the education of many people. I grew up in a home with many adopted children and they were all treated equally; as his children. My father was a disciplinarian and the earliest memory I have of my dad was him reading in the Yaba Police Barracks with a pencil stuck in his Afro. In the early 70s, as we sat at the table doing our homework our father always helped us and gave us corrections. 


My dad, Milton Paul, always encouraged us to push forward and excel in all of our endeavors.  He was always proud of his children, grandchildren and great grandchildren and was ready to stand by any of us no matter the circumstance.


I miss you dad. I love you dad. You are and forever will be my hero. God loves you and now you’re home. I will see you again someday. Thank you dad!


And to my family members, Thessalonians 4:13-14 says, “Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him.”


Adieu, Daddy!


Till we meet to part no more in the bosom of Jesus Christ. 


Ugbenu Alaka II

Omo ri To bo na

To bo na de

Omo ra nie vwhe

Ikebe rede

Ajuju Kopia

Meria Meria

Ururu Siayevwe

Gogorogo

Tode!