Most of your friends and fans called Admiral, others opted for the Honourable, but I simply call you Broda mi. Today we would have rolled out the drums as you would have clocked 53, but on the 8th of October 2013, the chilling hand out death snatched you away from us and left the entire family devastated with grief and sorrow. Two days earlier you were involved in a ghastly motor accident in service of the vulnerable masses of our community. Every member of the family rose up to the occasion to safe you life. The Doctors’ strike did not help matters we took you to four various hospitals in Ijero, Ado-Ekiti, and Ife before we finally ended up at LAUTECH Teaching Hospital where you were attended to. Alas!!! Medical help came rather too late to salvage the already bad condition. You are a painful casualty of the mindless strikes that rules our polity in Nigeria today. At around 10am on 8-10-2013, the sun set, never to rise again. I had just settle down in my office for the day’s work when my phone ranged to herald the passage of a brother in a million. My emotional stability failed me, I wept uncontrollably in my office, leaving official decorum to the winds. We grew up to love each other. He was over protective of me when we were young. I cant remember if he ever beat me when we were young. You were brother close to the heart, too caring to be forgotten. It is like someone will walk up to me and says Ayo, wake up it was all a dream, you have been sleeping all these while. And I will wake up to relate this bad dream, and most likely go into prayers to bind and loose to avert ‘’this impending danger’’. Or perhaps someone will just shout and say APRIL FOOOOOOL your brother is alive, we were only fooling you. These are the likes of thought that is still going on in my heart. The image of you lifeless body that I saw at the mortuary has refused to go from my mind. I saw the great mobiliser, the energetic organiser, an activity personified, a trusted friend of many and my soul mate, lying down cold and still. You couldn’t even stand up and call me the way you always did. You have touched many lives positively. The mammoth crowd that attended you burial even at short notice, attested to this fact. As a teacher u were very successful, as a grass root mobilise u were great. The Local Government will miss u, the Ilukuno Community which u fought for and defended with great sense of unrivalled patriotism will definitely find it had to get an easy replacement for you. The aged, the vulnerable widow whom u touched greatly in the Social welfare plus dept of the Local Govt will not forget u in an hurry. They will no doubt miss your diligence, pragmatism and industry. We had great plans, shared lofty ideas about the future, we share wonderful dreams of what to come, but all now are like mirage in the sun, as you own sun set suddenly to give way to a thick darkness at noon. Dad is grieving; Mum had just recovered from the illness she had since the day the news was broken that you had gone never to return. Cecilia, your wife had refused to be consoled. Sade can’t still come to term that her loving Dad is no more. It took a long while before I could look at the face of Precious because, my eyes rolls with tears to realise that you will not be around again to show them love as you always did. We are only consoled that you lived a short but fulfilled life. Broda Busi, Today I should have been saying to you Happy Birthday................................................................. but sadly (in tears) I am saying May you gentle soul Rest in Peace
Posted on: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 09:00:14 +0000
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