AKEREJA OMOLADE of blessed memory FAREWELL! AS I SEE YOU DOWN MY MEMORY LANE @10yrs REMEMBRANCE (21ST of JULY, 2003). Knowing you can be described to a state of life where much is to enjoyed and nothing is to be endured, there is so much good in the worst of you and so much best in the bad of you. Yet, no one can talk about the best of you. To a sister sticking closer like a mother, A Lioness that swallows Lions Warrior of her race, A totally supportive, submissive, indefatigable, industrious, indomitable, forever encouraging and inspiring sister. A breeder of champions, Voice to the speechless, and a spring board of progress. Farewell my singular source of inspiration. May the spirit of God lighten your path through the land of shadow to the world of eternal peace (amen). You’ve not blown your trumpet but your credentials speaks volumes of your worth. You’ve not long to etch yourself in our mind, your contribution towards my welfare did. You’ve not written your name in the pantheon of honour, your indelible foot print in the sand of time has eminently lifted you. Yesterday you came, today you’re gone, The rain of today disappear with today. The setting of the rainbow comes with the moment, The breeze of the winter is meant for the winter, and the wind of the summer emerge with the summer. The memory of a foolish father will die with the son, The word of a foolish mother will soon be forgotten, Yet the memory of an hero will be revived on the wings of time. To invest in the world is to reap vanity but to invest in the time is to choose to live. Those who are heroes are not those who got to the top but those that carried people to the top. Farewell! Farewell!! Farewell!!! Akereja Omolade of blessed memory. Your legacies are engraved on the wings of time. To dine with a king is an honour, to walk with a prince is a prestige Singing a rhyme and making a noise have a different What hope lies in the shadow? What benefit is the arrow to the heart? So is the pain of your demise making my heart to bleed to my marrow. Your life was not a series of gig lamp symmetrically arranged, but a luminous halo and a semi-transparent envelop, surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness but shallows at turns of time. Not the life that matters but the courage you brought into it. Once again, GOOD NIGHT, SLEEP TIGHT and MISS U SO MUCH MY LOVELY SISTER.
Posted on: Sun, 21 Jul 2013 04:40:35 +0000
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