"But we do not want you to be uninformed, brothers, about those who are asleep, that you may not grieve as others do who have no hope. For since we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so, through Jesus, God will bring with him those who have fallen asleep."
1 Thessalonianans 4: 13-14
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Segun (Oil painting) by Philip Hood
I see you
I see you getting well again
I see you
I see you walking again
I see you, soul brother
I see you getting back again
In the wee hours
I see you you pristine
I see you and will see you again
After I shed this weight
To travel at the speed of light
Just like you.
Here things are always changing
I shall see you there
Where all change come to rest.
(Femi, Nov. 15)
“Thy will be done”
To Mary Kolb.
It is an honour
Meeting and knowing you
In this transient existence
Teaching and giving to us
In selfless love
In the footsteps of the Good Shepherd
Choosing to share in our sorrows
In our despair and downer
You chose to stand with us
In the footsteps of the Holy One
We will miss you
But we trust you are with the Good Lord
In the company of saints
We look forward to the day
When we meet again in glory
Saying together in everlasting peace: Paternoster.
Femi, April 2013
As it is written: "I have made you a father of many nations." He is our father in the sight of God, in whom he believed--the God who gives life to the dead and calls into being things that were not.
Romans 4: 17
“There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.”
Missing you always…..
Again, that day has returned, marking the 4th year of your journey of no return to eternity. A painful day it was and it has remained.
You have thought me a lot even in your sickness and your untimely death. I have learnt to be strong and take care of others even when I am in pain and infirm.
I have learnt that there no immortal among us and therefore with each breaking of another day, I give all glory to God. That dreadful time may just be around the corner….
I have always kept your words and carry the fond memories we shared around with me since your departure. Sometimes I laugh from our conversations, much to the bewilderment of those around me…
That you are missed is an understatement, Segun, but I am very comforted yours is an everlastingly peaceful sleep.C
ontinue to rest in peace, my friend and brother. I love you but God loves you more.
Olukayode Onasanya (Kay) 11/15/2016.
Talkin’ politics again
You won't be surprised. The world you left has not changed much. (But your people are changed because you left). This time, I return to our favourite past time, that has replayed in my mind countless time. Talking the foibles of politics and making light of the illogicality that it entails. The best example, if any is needed, of the flawed nature of humans.
What has happened so far this year (2016), you would find difficulty to believe. Remember the days back home when as children we were left confused why our friends, neighbours and school mates were ordered to leave the country? The days of 'Ghana must go?' When the woes of the country were blamed on these outsiders mostly eking a leaving in menial jobs. Well it is gradually playing out in the erstwhile bastions of civilisation. Where civilisation and civility is now cast as ‘political correctness’ that must be dispensed with.
You would be glad to know that here, we did the little we could, travelling long distance, your little niece and nephew in tow, in pouring rain, twisting my ankle in the process to cast our votes for the love of our friends, colleagues and neighbours scared & feeling exposed because of 'fear' by people who look like them. We were on the losing side but as you always say, at the end of the day, all will be well.
Your beloved America is not fearing much better. They are taking back America from some other Americans with a viciousness and a tone that is unbelievably sad. Love is in the air through rabid hatred. A wall will be built to fence off other humans in the name of love. And in this Dystopian reality, Trump, is the unlikely ‘God’ instrument to deliver paradise. But as you know, ironically, his moral compass is not one that any parent would want to expose their kids. Maybe morals are no longer relevant as our faith(s) transforms and societies metamorphose in this endgame.
In a strange twist, even the Royal family is affected by the increasing racial tensions because Prince Harry has got a mixed race American girlfriend!
I am not overly worried about these events. As we always acknowledge, our story, our future is not in human hand. In the little time that we have here, may we live with it with dignity in the understanding that nothing endures in this life.
This is where we are, just thought to let you know. But perhaps you already know but it is nice to talk as we always do. We are all as well as we could.
May the day come.
The times are changin'
The times are continually changin'
We are waiting
Lost in its ambiguity
Waiting for clarity
In the infinity of Space?
Lost lost lost
Your little one innocently asks:
'Is my daddy on the phone?'