06-02 2022 22:49
wrote:
My Tribute
Dear broda John, uncle, daddy, daddy in New York, my most admired one, since you advertised for the
Glaxo company, you became my “Super Star.” I have known you for as long as I can remember myself.
You loved me dearly, loved my husband like your own brother, and our children like the best “thing”
that happened to you. You thought me how to turn my worries into prayers, you were always there
when I needed prayers, available to tell me family stories, and advice for life, or work problems. You
were the kindest and most generous person I knew. Many beautiful first things happened in my life
because of you: You gave me my first “paper money”, I went on my longest first trip to the then
Western State with you to Ijan, to witness a first marriage ceremony when you got married. I
experienced the beauty and joy of a baby I could call my sister, when you had your first child, and first
time going on the “danfo” bus whenever I came to visit you in Aguda. I experienced my first visit to
America after you added my name to the Visa lottery that brought my family and I to America. You
never stopped giving until I recently refused to take any more. Your Sunday calls were so accurate, I
could set my clock with them. You met my friends once, and they promptly became “family”. Those who
never met you knew I had an uncle in New York who cared deeply for me.
Daddy, as I now fondly call you, you have not died, you have simply gone to rest. You will forever live in
my memory. Your legacy for the love for peace, family, and trust in God will live on in the hearts of those
who knew and loved you.
You will be dearly missed!
From Mrs. Fola odubayo
06-02 2022 22:49
wrote:
My Tribute
Dear broda John, uncle, daddy, daddy in New York, my most admired one, since you advertised for the
Glaxo company, you became my “Super Star.” I have known you for as long as I can remember myself.
You loved me dearly, loved my husband like your own brother, and our children like the best “thing”
that happened to you. You thought me how to turn my worries into prayers, you were always there
when I needed prayers, available to tell me family stories, and advice for life, or work problems. You
were the kindest and most generous person I knew. Many beautiful first things happened in my life
because of you: You gave me my first “paper money”, I went on my longest first trip to the then
Western State with you to Ijan, to witness a first marriage ceremony when you got married. I
experienced the beauty and joy of a baby I could call my sister, when you had your first child, and first
time going on the “danfo” bus whenever I came to visit you in Aguda. I experienced my first visit to
America after you added my name to the Visa lottery that brought my family and I to America. You
never stopped giving until I recently refused to take any more. Your Sunday calls were so accurate, I
could set my clock with them. You met my friends once, and they promptly became “family”. Those who
never met you knew I had an uncle in New York who cared deeply for me.
Daddy, as I now fondly call you, you have not died, you have simply gone to rest. You will forever live in
my memory. Your legacy for the love for peace, family, and trust in God will live on in the hearts of those
who knew and loved you.
You will be dearly missed!
From Mrs. Fola odubayo