TRIBUTE

It has been 10 long years since you left this sinful world to reside among the Godly ones.

Yet, it feels like it was just yesterday!

It has been 10 years since I heard your voice, your laughter. Alas, it has been quiet from your corner….the silence is deafening!

It has been 10 years of reminiscing over our past experiences alone…those day we would do so together, I miss daily!

It is been 10 years of missing you Segun, my friend, the brother I never had! 

That I miss you is an understatement bro!

Continue to rest in perfect peace Segun, till we meet to part no more! Love always!

May the day come.

Olukayode, 11/15/22

Nestled in a corner

In a farm

In the Golden Vale

The mountains across the river smiled

At the Bungalow

The cattle slowly made their way

To feed on the pasture green

There were once horses & ponies

For a little while, ostriches

With the ever-present moos of the cows

For decades, the Bungalow nurtured laughter

Sometimes in the evening

You hear more

As family and friends play

At the card table

In the front room

At the Bungalow

Blacky wagged welcome

And barked goodbyes to all comers

Even as they left,

Like baby birds leaving the nest

The mountains never ceased to smile

Nor the laughter

Nor the wag and the bark

Season to seasons

The little ones came

With their joyous laughter

To the Bungalow

And when he departed

She thought of Africa

But stayed

And immortalised, the Bungalow

In colours

And when Blacky departed

Max came with the ghost of the wag and the bark

Now the Bungalow sat empty, sometimes

As time and chance take their toll

If you listen carefully

The wind still replays the laughter

The mountains across the river still smile

Max still comes with the ghost of the wag and bark

The glow remains

In this corner

Of the Golden Vale.

Thank you, the Matriarch of the Bungalow

You were good to us

Forever grateful

We will rather, you here

Maybe, you would rather too

But God has spoken

Let the Church say Amen

Tiocfaidh an lá.

(Your son in law, Femi Amao)

'There shall be no gun in this house' - Segun Amao

"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

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 

It is an honour

Meeting and knowing you

In this transient existence

Teaching and giving to us

Immeasurable lessons

In selfless love

Compassion

Kindness

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 

 “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.”  

C.S. Lewis