Seyi Obayanju served God and humanity.


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Monday Evening.

Just about taking a journey to the kitchen to get a bottle of wine for movie night with my wife. Her voice stopped me in my tracks.

Wife: What are you doing tomorrow?

Me: I have a few meetings and then coming back home.

Wife: Are you meeting with SWOB?

Me: Yes and going for another meeting in Marina.

Wife; ok.  This is how it will work. We (Idara and Diza) will follow you to see SWOB, you will drop us back home and then go for your next meeting.

Me: (Rolling my eyes). That’s a long journey. And it is for business I am seeing him.

Wife: Ok.  So that’s what we are doing tomorrow.

This is a very common conversation and we pack ourselves into the car and storm SWOB’s house.

Bro Seyi was always a great host… and food plenty from Sis Motun.  If the kids are back from School.. Diza and Tundun are almost inseparable.

But that’s just a tip of the iceberg. The days I don’t visit with my wife.  The conversation is a bit different.

Wife: Say me Hi to Bro Seyi.

Me: I will do.

Wife: Pay for anything you buy.

Me: of course I will do.

4 hours later, getting home with bags of goodies and running to hide them in the room.Idara beats me to it and asks questions. (This happens on many occasions)

Wife: What’s in the bag?

Me: a few things from SWOB. By the way he asked after you and said he will see you in church on Sunday.

Wife: Ok.  So did you pay for it?

Me: how do you mean? (With guilty face).. yes I did.

Wife: how many did you pay for?

Me: The shirt.

Wife: What about the other shirt.

Me. No

Wife: The suit?

Me: No

Wife: The shoe?

Me: No

Wife: the Samsung Note 3 Phone?

Me: No

Wife: The Samsung Gear wristwatch?

Me: No.

Wife: Ibukun!! I rest my case. We are going to see SWOB.

The freebies are the least of how generous he is.

He connects emotionally and deeply. He always had the right word for the moment,  the right encouragement for every concern and stands with you through it all.

I am deeply saddened because at the turn of the year you helped me make good decisions to launch out  and gave us our first project of the year.

And we are still on that project! Yet you are not here to see it launch!

I thank God for your life.

You inspired
You cared
You comforted
You provided
You loved
You were committed

As I read the tribute at your funeral, here’s the single thought in my head.

You lived, You loved, You mattered.

I was sure by now
God you would have reached out
And wiped our tears away, stepped in and saved the day.
But once again, I say Amen
And it’s still raining.
As the thunder rolls
I barely hear Your whisper through the rain
“I’m with you”
And as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives And takes away.
Hard as it may seem to bear
Glad I am that you made it home

Till we meet again… Goodbye.


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