Let the memory of Sophie Bosede Oluwole be with us forever.
  • 83 years old
  • Born on May 12, 1935 in Igbara-Oke, Ondo state, Nigeria.
  • Passed away on December 23, 2018 in Ibafo, Ogun state, Nigeria.
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Sophie Oluwole 83 years old , born on May 12, 1935 and passed away on December 23, 2018. We will remember her forever.
Posted by Mope Fapohunda on May 12, 2019
Today would have been your 84th birthday Mum ... and it beautifully coincides with this year’s Mothers’ Day celebrations!
We miss you specially today, because amongst many other reasons, you sure would have been one recipient of today’s warm birthday and Mothers’ Day greetings. Thanks for the legacies and sweet memories you left us to cherish Mum. They remain precious.
We remember you today as always with much love and affection.
Your Daughter,
Posted by Christine Agbelese on May 1, 2019
It’s difficult knowing you are gone. I still oftentimes do not believe it. You have impacted my life in ways I cannot even begin to say or even necessarily recognize on a day to day basis. Your drive for education and knowledge, for example, is extremely prevalent in myself and all of my siblings. Getting to know more about you through our conversations and through conversations with my mother have been a blessing, and I am honored and humbled to be your granddaughter. I have always looked up to you for being the trailblazer that you were. Following in your footsteps is one of my greatest joys, and one of the things I work towards every day. Your drive and spirit live on, and I will do my very best to ensure I make you proud. You are greatly missed and intensely loved. We will see each other again.
Posted by Lola Ifarajimi on April 27, 2019
Prof, was my Philosophy lecturer in Unilag (1986). I always found her very intriguing in those days. But over the decades, I have come to really understand and fully appreciate all those words of wisdom, they make a lot of sense to me now. Highly intelligent woman. She was way ahead of her time.
Gone home to rest. Rest in peace.
Posted by Bosede Eke-Adepitan on April 27, 2019
Though I never met this iconic legend on this side of eternity, but I found a link and bond in her daughter, Funke Gesinde and grand daughter, Segilola. I draw inspirations from write-ups and memorable speeches of Mama. Rest on because you're not dead. Your works live on after you dear mama. I stand in honour of your good soul. Eternal rest grant her Lord.
Posted by A Kabir on April 25, 2019
I’m like a bird, I only fly away. I don’t know where my soul is. I don’t know where my home is.” Singer Nelly Furtado
The news of the death of Prof Sophie Oluwole on December 23 last year hit me like a thunderbolt. It was totally numbing. Mama had always been vivacious, effervescent – and full of life.
Of course, we have every reason to thank God for her life. She lived to the ripe age of 83 in an environment where life expectancy is put at 47. Her passage therefore was the celebration of a glorious transition to join the pantheons of the sages, after living an impactful life on this terrain.
Professor Sophie was one of the rare, very special people, usually sent to their people for specific missions. She, I believe, played her role excellently and fulfilled her mission, before her departure.
She broke on the scene in a field that had been considered the exclusive preserve of men – philosophy – at a time it would have been considered an excellent choice if she had chosen to study education.
But she excelled in her field, after threading on paths angels dared not, so to speak, and made such significant contribution to the scholarship of African philosophy that she would be remembered for ever. She will also be remembered as one of the scholars that decolonised the study of philosophy in Africa. In her seminal works, she was able to wean philosophy from its Eurocentric foundation. More importantly, she was able to establish that Africa had philosophy before contact with Europeans and it was in the bid to establish intellectual hegemony in Africa that Europeans actually sought to destroy African philosophy which was already thriving by the time they came to Africa.
Prof Oluwole, through her scholarship and cultural nationalism was able to project the rich culture and philosophy of the Yoruba. She demonstrated that Oduduwa predated Socrates and his thoughts were as profound, if not more than the Europeans.
She was also able to clarify the muddled idea that Esu is the Satan of the Christian and Islamic faiths. For her, Esu is one of the Yoruba Gods of creativity, though noted for mischief, but not Satan, as the personification of the antipode in the dualism of good and evil, with Satan being the evil.
Her work brought a lot of respect to Yoruba philosophy and culture and in the process, she herself was well regarded by her peers, which brought her global respect in her field. She will remain a leading light and reference in the study of African philosophy for a long time to come.
She was a great humanist. She loved people and she gave herself wholly to all the people that came into her sphere of influence. She was kind-hearted, loving and generous to a fault. No wonder she was well loved by all her students and colleagues.
Her traditional African beliefs, no doubt will not readily endear her to the predominant orthodoxies of Christianity and Islam in her environment, she nevertheless was a shining light, a beacon of hope.
As an African traditionalist, she was a righteous person and imbued with high integrity. She lived a transparent life and lived the courage of her convictions.
She was a role model to all her students and was a good mother. Her classes were always well subscribed because of the depth of her scholarship, her humour, her power of conviction and her style of teaching.
We were not related biologically but in philosophy and attitude we shared a lot in common, particularly her elevation of African philosophy. She was married to an Ijesa man whom I never met but spoke about with her. As an Afrocentric scholar that advanced our values and customs in her works and researches, I greatly appreciate her efforts.
Her passage is therefore a personal loss to me. She has left a huge void that can never be filled. As we celebrate her passage, I found solace in the good life she lived, in the goodness she brought to people and the enlightenment that came from her fecund mind.
On behalf of myself, my family and associates, I send heartfelt condolences to her family. May God comfort them and grant them the fortitude to bear this irreparable loss.
May the Almighty grant the repose of her soul and give her comfort in her next estate.
Ogbeni Rauf Aregbesola
Ilesa, State of Osun
Posted by Victoria Agbelese on April 24, 2019
I never thought that this day would come so soon. My heart is not ready to say goodbye. While the world grieves the loss of a renown philosopher, trailblazer, activist, and professor, our family grieves the loss of our sister, mother, and grandmother.
As a child I was always fascinated with learning about you and from you; whether it was from speaking to you directly on the phone or hearing stories from my mother. I loved hearing about the countries you visited, the languages you spoke, and the lessons you instilled in my mother. One of the most important lessons my mother learned from you, and she heavily instilled in my sisters and I, is the importance of being a strong, opinionated, independent women. In a world that aims to silence the voices of women, you did not let that stop you from accomplishing your dreams and spreading your wisdom. You would not let them dim your light. Grandma, you exuded strength and resilience. I know I speak for all of your grandchildren when I say that you have and will continue to inspire us to strive for our dreams regardless of the challenges that arise along the way.
Above all, you taught us to love without bounds. We never had to guess whether you loved us, we knew by your words and your actions that you truly cared. This love was not just reserved for family as you were constantly opening your home and cared for others like your own.
Grandma you were such a beautiful and loving soul. Your laugh was contagious and your smile brightened every room. I will miss our phone calls and occasional video chats. I am thankful for all the years of memories and the time we spent together.
Thank you for everything. Thank you for all of the encouragement, wisdom, prayers, and love.
We all love and miss you more than we can express in words. Although you are no longer here, our memories together will forever live within our hearts.
God Bless You Grandma.May you rest in peace.
Posted by Ibukun Fakeye Naija on April 22, 2019
Mama Sophie Bosede Oluwole is alive and lives on through her published books, documented conversations and seminars on Yoruba language, culture and tradition. I appreciate her and know that present and future generations will continue to benefit from her works.
Ibukun Akin Fakeye
Posted by Segilola Ologbenla on April 10, 2019
My Grandmother, my friend, my confidant, my argument partner.....o yes! I argued with my grandmother. Arguments with you were always so interesting. We argued about everything and anything; from politics to academics to religion. Anything was a potential topic. But I never won any of the arguments. You had your ways. I miss those times.
You were a strict woman. I remember mum used to tell us stories of how when she was young you'd say you couldn't eat moi moi or akara made from beans that was ground with a blender and so she'd have to use the traditional grinding stone to grind beans at age 10.
I prayed to God to keep you alive for me so that we could take a four generation photograph together....you, mum, myself and my daughters .....but you didn't wait. You left. Just like that. I query no one..... I will pass on your legacies to my children.
I know you are in Heaven because I've dreamt about you twice and they were wonderful dreams. I know that's God's way of consoling me.
I can never forget you Grandma. You will always be in my heart. I love you dearly.
Posted by MABINU OLADIPO on March 29, 2019
I have deliberately stayed away from this platform until now because I just could not bring myself to accept the fact that you are gone but as the days went by and the funeral ceremonies get nearer, I am forced to face this rude reality, for the very first time. As I envisaged, my fears came to pass. As I opened unto this page and I saw the different pictures testifying to the truth that once you were here, and as I listened to the music, "Prayer", play so softly, the tears rolled. Hot, steaming tears flowed freely down my cheeks, and continue to flow, even as I write.
No doubt your passage has hit different people in different ways but somehow, I feel a deep pain that many may probably wonder at. After all, you were 83, defying death at an earlier age and attaining to your 80s as you prophesied, once upon a time on your sick bed!
Ours was a relationship that went beyond auntie and niece. We were friends. We laughed, we joked, we argued, we worked and we danced! How much of those memories I would be able to keep, I don't know. Besides your 'boyfriend' as I referred to your nephew, Bro. Akin, you were the only person who woke me up at 5 a.m. and when I did not pick at the first ring, you greeted me with the words, "Sumbo, O si nsun ni?" We shared so much in common and perhaps that is why I understood you, possibly, above all. You were carefree. You were calm. You were witty. You were intelligent. When you argued your case, no one knew your navigation until you arrived at your destination! Life was interesting with you around. Your presence evoked an excitement in me, anytime I saw you. It was always a time of sweet camaraderie, and laughter, and the expression of a good kindred spirit.
Suddenly, all of that is gone?
I saw you pass away in my dream a week before you did, and I wept sore that I did not get a last opportunity to see you. Events of your passage would eventually happen exactly as I saw it - to the letter. The day before you left, I was coming in from Abeokuta and as I reached the turn-in to your house, I lamented that I could have dropped by, but the road had been blocked and I couldn't spare the extra time it would take to go further to turn and to go even further to turn again when I would leave. How I wish I had shunned that inconvenience, for then I would have had a last look at your face and kept a fresh memory of you for a long time. I made plans with Wumi who had just come in from Canada to see you with the children on Christmas eve. Alas, you had a different plan. Like I couldn't spare the time to turn in to you the day before, you could not wait till the day after to see us. You left the night before. I grieve, I mourn. Yes, even at 83, you were my 'young' mum.
I celebrate your life and times. I celebrate your doggedness and push. I celebrate your achievements and legacies but above all, I celebrate YOU!
It will never be the same. There is a void that cries out to be filled every time I see reminders of you. I am so very proud to have been part of your life and your blood.
As I joked with Sis. Funke, you and I were more related. We are both nee Aloba. As single ladies, we bore that family root name with pride but they were not so privileged! You and I referred to them as diluted juice! Finally, a smile plays across my lips - bitter-sweet memories of a woman who came, who saw, who conquered. I sign out with this song, as it attempts to define all I have left of you.
"Memories are all I have to cling to (cling to)
And heartaches are the friends I'm talking to (talking to)
When I'm not thinking of just how much I loved you
Well I'm thinking about the things we used to do."
Adieu my darling aunt and mum. Oh Lord, I miss you so dearly!
Posted by Olatunde Adejuwon on March 16, 2019
Mummy, mummy Tope, that was the name we Tope friends at Oyemekun Grammar school, Akure and later at Opebi rd, where Tope often accommodated us while looking for jobs or just resting after the Lagos hustle. Mummy was quite accommodating and always encouraging us to be patience. A very good and great woman in all ramifications. Good night mummy
Posted by Wumi Aina on March 16, 2019
I am honored to be loved and cared for in the past many decades of my life with you mom, auntie, best friend and my confidant. You were never too quick to fault me even when I am in default and fully aware of my wrong doings. Remember when were asked to chastise me in 2004 for not doing what people believe is right and your response was;"She's not liked because she is Aloba. People are just jealous, ride on my girl". The laughter we had that day and many after will continue to linger on my loving mom, aunt and confidant.  I will continue to have your presence till eternity and forever be grateful for all the good times, stories, history, lectures, fun, the fresh food you always cook for me whenever I come home, our long conversations on May 12 yearly and the last one we had less than two weeks before your passing. Rest in perfect peace mom till we meet again and yes mother we shall surely meet again.
Posted by Taiwo Adedoyin on March 15, 2019
Mummy Oluwole,
You memories remain fresh in my heart. Your office was my reading room in year 1 (Not sure you ever got to know this!).
You were accommodating, enterprising, strong and intelligent.
Your house was open to all, your office was a meeting room back in Unilag with both young and old. What a privilege to have known you.
I am certain you live a fulfilled life.
Rest on...
Posted by Efosa Imhoaperamhe on March 14, 2019
It is really difficult to write tribute of ones mother and guardian . who saw me through the difficulties of the world. Your death takes me down memory lane. Despite all the struggles, you left when we needed you most. She taught me how to cook garden egg soup
Professor was a great disciplinarian who love education and hardworking mother. Every morning she wake up, she walk round her garden and visit her small farm in her compound. Their is something I will always remember about her is "time management". She respect time a lot.
Oh! How strong is the grip of death ! It brings heroes to the grave! It takes mentors to a place of no return. Today your daughter Efosa Imhoaperamhe is married with a lovely son. Mama, professor, we miss your. R.I.P. till we meet again.
Efosa Imhoaperamhe.
Posted by Femi Jolaolu on March 14, 2019
It's difficult to imagine you will lose someone so cerebral and deep rooted in knowledge across all spheres of life, yet submissive to the Almighty God and our Lord Jesus. When I first met her, I found it tough to understand her stand on faith, she however took me through philosophy of religion, Christian faith, about Ifa and some traditional beliefs of the African and how they reveal who Jesus is in their own understanding; she dealt with truth all the time without bias. She didn't suffer fools gladly yet she was a compassionate and very understanding personality who believed absolutely in transparency. I had the privilege of designing some of her book covers and alo edited some of her books. She was respectful and jolly to be with. Sad as it may be, I just have to say, goodnight ma.
Posted by Sophia-Joy Agbelese on March 13, 2019
Dear Grandma,
When I was younger, my mom told me stories about you, about how wise you were, about your accomplishments. One story I remember in particular was when you did not complete the reading assignment but you were still able to get all the questions right on the assessment you had the following day. I remember being so impressed because if I had done the same thing, I would have definitely not had everything correct.
Stories like those make me proud to have been named after you. A woman who embodied her name; wisdom. You were not only book smart, having gotten your PhD, but you raised my mother and aunts and uncles well. One can see how you instilled in them many moral values and life lessons that they passed onto the next generation.
Although I do not remember ever meeting you in person and only spoke to you over phone calls and WhatsApp facetime call, I still loved and continue to love you. I thank God that you have lived a fulfilling life and I now know you are home with Him.
Your granddaughter,
Sophia-Joy Agbelese
Posted by Kemi Okorie on March 13, 2019
My memories of you, ma, would always be how comfortable you are in your identity, how powerful your intellect is, how generous your spirit is with wisdom and knowledge, how unique is a friendship with you!
I sincerely thought of you as one of those that you could not walk away from, ignore or neglect!
A rare precious gem!
May the Lord comfort those you left behind and may they never have to feel your loss without rejoicing in the gift of your relationship with them as I do!
Sleep well Ma!
Posted by Fola Fapohunda on March 5, 2019
It’s one of those cases where I haven’t yet cried because my mind hasn’t understood what it’s like for grandma to be gone.
Maybe it’s because I didn’t see you everyday, or maybe it’s because I didn’t hear your voice everyday; but the one thing I’m sure scared to do would be to visit Ibafo and then to see that place without you, or to see your body one last time. Those moments are moments I’m afraid of, for the tears that are coming are floods I fear.
I love you grandma.
Posted by Mope Fapohunda on February 25, 2019
Mother Dear Mother!
It's almost unbelievable that you've truly crossed over. You were almost superhuman even at that age! You exuded so much energy and it was hard to win an argument with you as almost every conversation was an intellectual discourse.
You were an answer to my prayers long before thoughts of settling down in marriage came to mind. I asked God to give me a replacement for my biological mum whom He called to Himself when I was very young. In you, God answered and you fulfilled your role beautifully and defended me such that I had no doubt I was your daughter.
Thank you mum for all you did and meant to me and indeed all of us. I remain eternally grateful, proud and joyful for the gift of you dear mother!
You are truly irreplaceable and will be missed forever.
Rest on mum. You truly deserve a good rest.
Loving You Still,
Your Daughter - Mope
Posted by Olufunke Gesinde on February 23, 2019
My Mum
Are you really gone, or I'm in a terrible dream?
You mean I will never receive a call from you Mum?
Who will I share my worries and issues with Mum?
Who will give me HONEST unbiased answers Mum?
Apart from The Lord Jesus Christ, you were the only one, Mum.
Thank God for those three months we spent together at my place.
What would I give, to take care of and stay with you all over?
It was your characteristic way of saying goodbye, but I never knew.
Even with your death , you didn't want to trouble us. No rushing to the hospital,no spending of a fortune. You went so quietly! With all that wisdom, Mum? What a loss!! To us as a family, to Nigeria, to the Yoruba race, to humanity. You had so many battles, and you faced and fought each gallantly. You left a wonderful name and legacy. We have you to look up to. At the end, in spite of it all, you made peace with your maker, what happiness! Just days before your departure, you asked God for forgiveness of your sins. What joy! That is our only consolation. No doubt, you are irreplaceable. To say I will miss you is the greatest understatement of all time. I love you Mum, and I pray to meet you in heaven. Sleep on beloved, you deserve a rest on The Lord's blossom.
Posted by Oluwole-Akinwumi Babatund... on February 22, 2019
I don’t think it has hit me still,
Am probably still in denial,
Cos this light I didn’t want dim.
I miss you everyday and it feels unreal
There’s an ache within my heart
Doubt if it’ll ever go away
Your name still lights the room though.
Thank you for ALL.
National Treasure
My mother
Posted by Funmi Ope-Babatunde on February 22, 2019

Mummy, my loving, warm, caring, precious mummy.
Words fail me.
I am still unable to verbalize how I feel. The emptiness your departure has caused. The words of wisdom I seek for and no one can give. The warmth that comes from hearing your voice on the phone. The happiness that your hugs give me. The joy in your smile and laughter.
The pride I feel from your character: Your wittiness. Your patience. Your perseverance. Your liveliness. Your authenticity. Your pureness. Your veracity. Your wisdom.
You are my AFRICAN ROSE.
My heroine.

Life won’t be the same without you but I’m comforted by my faith in God and his Word.
I miss you mummy, everyday, every minute.
I will forever continue to love you and honor your memory. Till we meet again.

Your baby girl.
Posted by Mofoluso Agbelese on February 21, 2019
My mom, undeniably my heroine
You were gone too soon
I find it difficult to write this tribute because words cannot express what you mean to me.
I just wanted to wrap my arms around you one more time to tell how much I love and appreciate you but it was not to be...
You were gone too soon
I thank God I was able to spend so much quality time with you the last time I saw you: travelling, talking, singing, video taping, praying, sharing and so much more.
I miss you so much but alas, I have to trust God's plan.
Rest in your savior's bosom
Sun re o iya mi owon

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