THE DEAR ONES THAT LEFT IN 2013…still in shock…
Funmi was a ClassMate during the Higher School Certificate, (HSC) during that period at Olivet Baptist High School, Oyo. He was there only for the Lower Six, after which she left for the US to continue her studies.
Then, we nicknamed each other, NLN which was used to cascade Next Locker Neighbour. We had our lockers next to each other.
We did not hear, or see each other again until fate re-united us more than two decades later when she was nominated to be the Running-Mate to the Governor of Ekiti State, Dr. JK Fayemi.
An enigma of a Lady. One and Only of her kind. An Epitome of decency. A woman that acted total and complete loyalty with practicality enveloped in candour.
Funmi did not tell me she was going through a deadly challenge. She did apologise…, she did not inform me because, according to her, “Bab Shege, you would find it difficult to handle…I am sorry”.
Funmi died in the first quarter of 2013, after losing her monumentally formidable battle with cancer. I will never forget the one last time I was opportuned to see and be with her just before she left.
“Baba Shege, stop crying…The Lord has been good and wonderful to us…We can’t deny that…When you wake up in the morning, give Him Glory, in the afternoon, give Him Thanks, and before you go to bed at night, give Him more Glory”
Moremi of Ekiti Land, Sun re ooo.
And as if that was not nasty enough, then came the Second Quarter of the year.
Oga had said this to me, at the onset of the illness, just about three years ago, and as long as I live, it will remain indelible in my memory…
“Oga, I don’t need emotions. I need your faith joined with mine to battle this attack. Lets get this clear… I am not afraid of death…But I want to live for three reasons……” He stated the three reasons…
And man, Pastor T, Oga to me, did battle the affliction. Unfortunately, the battle was lost. I did not have an iota of the most minute bit that Pastor T was not going to be healed. It was just not possible. Apart from the fact that the “Act and Art of Faith” in operation while the battle lasted was as good as touchable, practically all the known and famous God’s Generals of the day were either in the Church, or at home, visiting and praying, and giving revelations of total and complete healing and recovery.
The report was all the same, all the time,…that, Pastor Tayo would be healed.
There was One exception though…
The difficult solace lies in the fact that, almost 20 years earlier, the Lord had revealed to him that he does not have much time, and thus get on the journey of “The Calling” to fulfil destiny. He did obey the call, and he ran and finished the race.
For my family, Pastor Tayo’s exit hit us harder than imagined. We had been more than friends. We had grown to be family. We lived for almost two years together before the birth of New Wine Church.
A total, and complete gentleman.
Pastor T planned our wedding. Pastor T arranged the naming ceremony of Ayomini. Pastor T was Ayomini’s God father. Pastor T was THE ONLY PERSON that gave cards, etc… EVERY YEAR throughout the 23 years of being friends…He will always remind you of your birthdays, anniversaries, etc…every single year. Just think about it, you do not see such human being that often… Perhaps, the ONLY person I could ask any…yes, any question, bothering on anything. Listen, Pastor T would inform us of any decision before such was executed !!! We were that close.
With his death was a Confidant Lost. A very uncommon and rare breed indeed…A very hard act to follow.
He left a vacuum no man can fill. Stepping into his shoes? Don’t even imagine such a virtual dream.
But he’s gone. He finished his race.
For me, anytime I hear the cliché’, “The Lord told me…”, I quickly look for the next exit. After all, with Pastor T’s death, and all the revelations of healing and recovery, I have learnt that ONLY BABA GOD HAS THE FINAL SAY.
Thanks to God Almighty for lives that ministered.
Eternal Rest Grant them, Oh Lord…
“THE PASTOR TAYO I KNEW…A FRIENDSHIP OF 23 YEARS…”