MY THOUGHTS ON MY MOM: MRS. OLUBISI MOPELOLA OLUGBILE
And so, it is over; the earthly life of my Mom has gone beyond the touch and feel of existence. Mà’ámi has taken the final flight to the palace of Almighty. My dear friend with whom I repeatedly argued for more than five decades has gone to the clouds which are fountains of goodness and love of God.
I grew within limitless indulgence of my father and the surfeit of deep affection of love from my mother and stepmothers. At some point in pre-teenage years, my Mom re-christened me Àjànàkú, depicting the low grade rascality an elephant. My parents gave me a beautiful childhood that I did not have to put on the brakes on my needs and demands.
This is the time to say farewell to a peerless mother, and dear friend. It is the time to express publicly my eternal gratitude for giving nourishment and energy from your chest as an infant. Apart from the milk, you gave best wishes from your heart and poked goodwill from your eyes. You prayed in silence for my welfare and wished me well. I am happy you received confirmation before you died that your prayers were answered.
With a slightly difficult infancy, you had to stand by the window to sing during the silent hours of the night in Ìdí Àràbà. You had to dance and sing lullaby without acoustic guitar in Ikòròdú. You had to watch your baby struggle with a fever in addition to his tears of discomfort in Òkè Erefòn. You watched with pain while the doctor struggled to locate his weak veins prior to blood transfusion. You had to seal your bowels when your baby refused to eat. With a faint giggle of accomplishment on your face and palpable joy in your heart, I took my first step as a toddler, and thereafter walked into adulthood. You extended the same love to Iyalode and Omo Balogun. Your contract of motherhood only ended when death rested your eyes and anxieties last month.
My dear Olubisi Mopelólá, Omo Láàde Arìnwàlowò, Aya Dágbáfirá, you will always be at the front-row in the crowd of mothers. I promised you as a child that I will not disappoint you. I am grateful to God that I kept my words till you crossed the veil. Mosebolatan Oluyomi did not disappoint you as well. The other two junk bonds: Olusile Itunu Olugbile and Sope Omowale Olugbile were dead investments on dead weights. They came to mock my you in death, even though they tried to impress the world they came to mourn you. In your case, two is better than four. If there is another life, I would like again to be a son to you and my Dad.
Now that you have started your journey to be with my Dad and Immortal God, I wish you a safe trip across the sky to the Trinity. Walk carefully on the crystal tiles where bright angels’ feet have walked. Before you see the Lord, you will meet my Dad at the beautiful river of life, and other family members that had gone before you. Ask the saints how to re-unite with Dad in case you struggle to locate him, and then move together to the throne of God. Drink from the river and serve my Dad a cup as well to prepare the two of you for the upward journey to the Cross.
Though your body may be going away now, I will always remember the golden moments we shared. How you promised to ‘marry’ my son and die on the laps of my daughter; how you would make puff-puff (deep fried dough) for your grandchildren before old age took your strength away. How you came to sort out the mess of a waterlogged apartment when I left the tap running overnight. I will always remember how I teased you about your GCE grades and university admission examination score. Please ensure you become an engineer in heaven to complete your earthly project.
I hereby express my gratitude to Oluwatoyin, a central and shinning figure in the enhanced quality of life my Mom enjoyed in old age. She gave love to my Mom’s heart and deep passion to her welfare. I carried out my Mom’s instruction to inform Toyin before anyone else when she passed on. Toyin’s siblings also related very closely with my Mom to the point of being their Mà’ámi, a designation inherited from Oluwatoyin. They hosted my Mom in their houses and their hearts, provided support to her during numerous hospital admissions and followed up on her declining health.
There are countless other people that supported my Mom in her twilight. I would like to recall how Taiwo Hafiz Mustapha drove my Mom in his car (at his expense) to process her passport application in Abeokuta. I am very grateful to my team of Rapid Response: Mrs Iyabo Popoola, Mrs Moji Boyejo-Thomas, Omoyemi Olorunosebi, Olayinka Badmus and my Mom’s dependable HM. They were always there to assess the situation and render immediate help at those trying. In addition, Olusegun Adekoya, Kelechi Ufomadu, Olajumoke Gbadebo and Alárãnòkun are outstanding individuals that propped my Mom when she needed help. There is a particular individual that is very odd for me to describe as a mere neighbour: Olukoya Sanni stood by my Mom and gave unrelenting love throughout those dark hours. May God reward you all with pleasurable old age. Alé é san gbogbo yín.
I am exceedingly grateful to GO’s children, all of them: my Mom’s Eléwà, Arówólò, Àmòpé, Kékeréowó, Akòwé, Olówó’òkéré and the only one that was not covered by her Yoruba culture-inclined taxonomy, Brother mi Deji. They all gave love, care, and support. They were there for my Mom at those hours before her eyes were closed in death. My Mom left with a big dossier to catch up with Dad on all his children since 1992.
To you my beloved Mom: now the day is over; night is here for you; shadows of the evening is clearly drawn across a cumulus sky. Fly to the Lord on His joyful wings through the cleaving sky.
When the morning wakens, then may you arise, pure fresh and sinless.
I love you, Mom.
MY THOUGHTS ON MY MOM: MRS. OLUBISI MOPELOLA OLUGBILE
And so, it is over; the earthly life of my Mom has gone beyond the touch and feel of existence. Mà’ámi has taken the final flight to the palace of Almighty. My dear friend with whom I repeatedly argued for more than five decades has gone to the clouds which are fountains of goodness and love of God.
I grew within limitless indulgence of my father and the surfeit of deep affection of love from my mother and stepmothers. At some point in pre-teenage years, my Mom re-christened me Àjànàkú, depicting the low grade rascality an elephant. My parents gave me a beautiful childhood that I did not have to put on the brakes on my needs and demands.
This is the time to say farewell to a peerless mother, and dear friend. It is the time to express publicly my eternal gratitude for giving nourishment and energy from your chest as an infant. Apart from the milk, you gave best wishes from your heart and poked goodwill from your eyes. You prayed in silence for my welfare and wished me well. I am happy you received confirmation before you died that your prayers were answered.
With a slightly difficult infancy, you had to stand by the window to sing during the silent hours of the night in Ìdí Àràbà. You had to dance and sing lullaby without acoustic guitar in Ikòròdú. You had to watch your baby struggle with a fever in addition to his tears of discomfort in Òkè Erefòn. You watched with pain while the doctor struggled to locate his weak veins prior to blood transfusion. You had to seal your bowels when your baby refused to eat. With a faint giggle of accomplishment on your face and palpable joy in your heart, I took my first step as a toddler, and thereafter walked into adulthood. You extended the same love to Iyalode and Omo Balogun. Your contract of motherhood only ended when death rested your eyes and anxieties last month.
My dear Olubisi Mopelólá, Omo Láàde Arìnwàlowò, Aya Dágbáfirá, you will always be at the front-row in the crowd of mothers. I promised you as a child that I will not disappoint you. I am grateful to God that I kept my words till you crossed the veil. Mosebolatan Oluyomi did not disappoint you as well. The other two junk bonds: Olusile Itunu Olugbile and Sope Omowale Olugbile were dead investments on dead weights. They came to mock my you in death, even though they tried to impress the world they came to mourn you. In your case, two is better than four. If there is another life, I would like again to be a son to you and my Dad.
Now that you have started your journey to be with my Dad and Immortal God, I wish you a safe trip across the sky to the Trinity. Walk carefully on the crystal tiles where bright angels’ feet have walked. Before you see the Lord, you will meet my Dad at the beautiful river of life, and other family members that had gone before you. Ask the saints how to re-unite with Dad in case you struggle to locate him, and then move together to the throne of God. Drink from the river and serve my Dad a cup as well to prepare the two of you for the upward journey to the Cross.
Though your body may be going away now, I will always remember the golden moments we shared. How you promised to ‘marry’ my son and die on the laps of my daughter; how you would make puff-puff (deep fried dough) for your grandchildren before old age took your strength away. How you came to sort out the mess of a waterlogged apartment when I left the tap running overnight. I will always remember how I teased you about your GCE grades and university admission examination score. Please ensure you become an engineer in heaven to complete your earthly project.
I hereby express my gratitude to Oluwatoyin, a central and shinning figure in the enhanced quality of life my Mom enjoyed in old age. She gave love to my Mom’s heart and deep passion to her welfare. I carried out my Mom’s instruction to inform Toyin before anyone else when she passed on. Toyin’s siblings also related very closely with my Mom to the point of being their Mà’ámi, a designation inherited from Oluwatoyin. They hosted my Mom in their houses and their hearts, provided support to her during numerous hospital admissions and followed up on her declining health.
There are countless other people that supported my Mom in her twilight. I would like to recall how Taiwo Hafiz Mustapha drove my Mom in his car (at his expense) to process her passport application in Abeokuta. I am very grateful to my team of Rapid Response: Mrs Iyabo Popoola, Mrs Moji Boyejo-Thomas, Omoyemi Olorunosebi, Olayinka Badmus and my Mom’s dependable HM. They were always there to assess the situation and render immediate help at those trying. In addition, Olusegun Adekoya, Kelechi Ufomadu, Olajumoke Gbadebo and Alárãnòkun are outstanding individuals that propped my Mom when she needed help. There is a particular individual that is very odd for me to describe as a mere neighbour: Olukoya Sanni stood by my Mom and gave unrelenting love throughout those dark hours. May God reward you all with pleasurable old age. Alé é san gbogbo yín.
I am exceedingly grateful to GO’s children, all of them: my Mom’s Eléwà, Arówólò, Àmòpé, Kékeréowó, Akòwé, Olówó’òkéré and the only one that was not covered by her Yoruba culture-inclined taxonomy, Brother mi Deji. They all gave love, care, and support. They were there for my Mom at those hours before her eyes were closed in death. My Mom left with a big dossier to catch up with Dad on all his children since 1992.
To you my beloved Mom: now the day is over; night is here for you; shadows of the evening is clearly drawn across a cumulus sky. Fly to the Lord on His joyful wings through the cleaving sky.
When the morning wakens, then may you arise, pure fresh and sinless.
I love you, Mom.
