Todays journey to lagos reminded me about jahliyyah along many other things. The music in the bus was inevitable, it was a blast from the past. A combination of blues which reminded me of Jahliyyah although, it triggered me to reflect upon some things... Oh! I remembered when I left Bobo Dioulasso, Burkina-faso to Lagos, Nigeria as a little kid in tears and fright. Oh! I was leaving my Parents for the first time. There were these smiling faces willing to receive me but what could smiles bring to a little kid separated from home? I became constant with these faces as I grew up but in particular two faces Alh. Dauda (Daddy Eko) &Alhj. Iyabo (Mummy) Aderibigbe who became the foundation of my every progress. I remember how Daddy and Mummy disciplined me , scolding me when I was wrong and praising me while I behaved well. Daddy never let anything go without a comment. He enrolled me in the best of schools and to compensate his efforts, my Academic career had been fantastic, even envied by others. I remember the VIP treatment I was giving to KC, the son of the Chief registrar of Court of Appeal, Lagos. I remembered how I often watched TV by his bed side waiting for left over meals even after I had eaten mine. He wont give it to any other person even in my absence. He was splendid although we had our differences, or is there a Man who is perfect? Of course his good outweighed any wrong he might have done to me. Besides I had come to realize that some of the things we think is wrong was actually good for us. He was overly protective and restrictive which also contributed to me being well-mannered. Today I had even forgotten about going back to Burkina-faso, I have found my home. Alhamdulillah. “Innaa Lillaahi wa innaa ilayhi raaji’oon (Truly, to Allah we belong and truly, to Him we shall return).” Daddy Eko is disconnected from the life-wire at 78!! And such is this life, you are not assured of anything except in the hereafter. Allah, the Glorified says: “Verily, the death from which you flee will surely meet you, then you will be sent back to (Allah), the All-Knower of the unseen and the seen, and He will tell you what you used to do.” (Q 62 V 8) Oh Daddy eko! Every letter of your name brings tear drops down my eyes. How could I have ever spelt Umar without spelling Aderibigbe? You were unique in many ways... May Allah forgive the departed, grant him solace in his grave, console our entire family and reunite us in the best of places (Aljanatul Firdaus). The dieing mourning the Dead!!! #inmemoryofmydadAkanni
Posted on: Mon, 10 Mar 2014 21:56:00 +0000
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