Olusegun L Amao, MD, FACP 1975-2012
(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
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'There shall be no gun in this house' - Segun Amao
Segun (Oil painting) by Philip Hood
Eunice & Esther
To the niece that will not grow old
To the mother that departed before midlife
To the heart that is breaking in the face of multiple losses
To the son that will grow without a mother & a sister
To life that happens in the shadow of deaths.
Grace & peace.
Femi, 06/01/19
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
Sege,
Another year has passed since you were taken away from us prematurely,6 full years it has been in total…...6 years…. seem just like yesterday.
Your brilliant smiles never cease to lighten my moods when I am down.
Your words of encouragement and wisdom, I hear always….It has never been the same and it won’t ever be the same…ever again.
That I miss you is an understatement, my dear friend.
Continue to rest in peace Segun, till we meet to part no more….
Olukayode November 2018.
“Thy will be done”
To Mary Kolb.
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
No Redemption
As the weather wanes
The flowers wilts
The leaves dry & crunch
The branches naked
And grass browned
In the approach of cold winter
Their redemption comes with spring
But where, where is my redemption?
Must I wait until all is done?
Do I live in this despondent helplessness?
As the world moves on
From this abyss
We are stuck to this unchanging reality
In a cesspit of loss
Time stops & run
In this paradox of anguish & agony
That sound you hear
Is the primal scream of a mother languishing and wrenching
Looking for redemption
The lashing out in all direction
Is the cry of a mother
Confined to the pain of a permanent loss
Perhaps you may not understand it
It is a lane laid out for those that have no further choices
The die is cast beyond redemption
iacta alea est
May the day come.
Femi, 15/11/18
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The Buck Stops Here
Here, the buck of agony stop
This wound is personal
And I have to carry this burden
Into eternity
A burden so precious and so painful
The angst is all that remains
In place of a miracle that was
Listen carefully
And you may hear the howling call of my heart
Like a wolf when her alpha is gone
Baying and yowling at the sight of the moon
And it’s elements in the eternal mystery of space
Grasping at fleeting thoughts
In this prison of passion
A prisoner
Of the soul
Bearing a burden that cannot be shared
In a crowd, alone
I am a perpetual beggar
Pleading for the impossible
Staring at the stoic sky
Begging for mercy
I could be the homeless man
Dying at the door of No 10
I could be a child, shot at school
In Parkland, Florida
A refugee, seeking mercy
Or a child in Yemen, waiting for the next bomb to strike
Or hunger stricken child, somewhere in the dust of Africa
It all becomes a degree of pain
If you may
Take a knee with me
Before the throne of grace
May the day come.
Femi, 15/11/18