Everybody dies but not everybody lives. Obiola you lived. Though it was
short but then your life (living) wasn’t in vain. I remember Bowen days back
is SADLER Hall– the Barrister was your roomie and you poked fun at
moi mildly bout moi hitling on another guy’s chic. Femi did refer to you as the
gentle giant, I like to think of you as the Man amongst boys. You were the
reason – most of your friends (clic) could finish from Bowen. Not that you paid
their fee (at least not to my knowledge) but you were the voice of caution. The
one that preached moderation. Your level of cool way out of this world. There
was just one rule in Bowen and that was “thou shall not get caught” and I like
to say you understood this rule too well and it rubbed off on other Bacosa
members. You did make your mark, you took people for who they were on an
encounter basis, you would still be friends with anybody, no matter the
argument. You touched lives differently, I can’t help but think bout what would
be said of me after am gone. This brings me to coining out my personal vision
and mission statements. You life wasn’t in vain and I hope your death wouldn’t
be, I do not vow but I promise “to not live less than a man and never to be a
party to mediocrity, I promise that when my opportunity comes to effect changes
on how things are done in this country, like Dora Akunyuli(when she was
newly appointed Nafdac Boss) it won’t be business as usual, I would do my best
possible to leave indelible marks on the sands of time”. Your favorite phrase
“guy, how far now…bake bread now” is remembered by all,I guess its the
heavenlies turn to bake bread with you.
Obi, on the same ill-fated flight, was another Bowenite, Damilare you
probably didn’t know him cos he was admitted after you graduated, he is your
brother – watch out for him. I like to think the journey to the other side of
the lake is perilous.
Damilare wasn’t known to most of us that have graduated, but we can’t
shake off the feeling that he prolly walked the paths we once trekked, sat or
slept where we once did. Damilare – you won’t be forgotten.
To every fallen risen Bowenite (risen cause to rise with Christ is the
ultimate) Adura, Tubo, Dupe and the ones that died on the way (that didn’t
graduate) rest on in the bosom of your LORD.
To everybody that is glad to be associated with BOWEN, yesterday it was
Reverend Adeleke and Pastor Tayo, today its Obi and Dami, tomorrow it could be
me, it could be you – so, lets us each work out our own salvation with fear and
trembling – a man for himself, GOD for everybody. No one knows the hour, today
we are above the soil, tomorrow, it could be above us, when the time comes what
will be said of you.
I pray that when my time comes, I would have met JESUS, I pray and hope
GOD the FATHER, JESUS CHRIST and the HOLY SPIRIT will be with me so I can
look death in the eye balls and tell the bastard to go rot in hell.
Obiola and Dami – Arinako odi ojuala – Goodnight, rest on in the bosom
of your LORD.
Bowen Community loves you.
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