-Tributes abound as Olatunji Adedeji Okusanya goes home
Love-child, WURAOLA talks about her fruitful relationship with dad
‘He’s my greatest gift!’
As you read this tribute, I am letting you into the world of my friend, my companion, my confidant, my mentor, my role model, my first love and my everything; one very important half of the vessel that brought me to life. Words cannot describe how much my daddy meant to me. The greatest gift I ever had came from God and I call him ‘daddy.’
How can I write a few words that will do justice to all the years of love and strength that you gave me? I still find it very difficult to comprehend the fact that you are not here physically anymore.
Sorrow filled my heart from the moment I heard of your passing, a sorrow that is deep and personal, it was like a bitter pill that could not be swallowed. What more can I say? I give thanks to Almighty God, the giver and taker of our lives. God has taught me to give thanks in every situation and say “it is well with me” because it could have been worse. He gave you to me because you were the best of the best but death snatched you away earlier than I thought. I always knew you were a great undertaker but I never knew you were going to be undertaken soon.
I thank God for the kind of life you lived, you never fought with me, even if you did, you would call me up and we would laugh and forget about it. You would always say, ‘I am sorry’ anytime you were wrong. You would always say, ‘Wura, I love you and I am proud of you,’ you would always call me ‘WWWura, my gold and money’ who would call me like my daddy now? No one.
Your kindness attracted many people to you; many people who loved, cherished and adored you. You always supported and encouraged me that I could be anything I wanted to be in life. You never declined any of my requests; you would always say, ‘I’ll sort it out.’
Albert Einstein said, “The value of a man should be seen in what he gives and not in what he is able to receive.” You were a man who gave much to your family, work and everything as a whole; you were a man of the people regardless of religion, tribe, gender or class; you were always ready to help the needy and give out anytime you had. You were always grateful and nice to everyone that concerned me; you would always tell me how wonderful my mum is and you would always say, “thank her for me.”
I trust that everything happens for a reason, even when we are not wise enough to see it; I am consoled with the trust and hope that you have been called by your maker who would give you eternal peace and joy. All you ever wanted was for your kids to live together as a family.
I am heartbroken and shattered; I wish I could turn back the hands of time. A cheerful giver, a man loved and cherished by all. It gladdens my heart to hear and see the manner at which people talk about you and how good you were.
I can never forget going to your office every Tuesday with my friends to see you and you would always look forward to these meetings. My friends would enjoy themselves to the fullest, and you would say, “All your friends are orobo o.” We would laugh and laugh and laugh. You would also ask, “Who is Ope’s girlfriend in all of them?” and I would laugh it off. My friends would say, “Your daddy is a wonderful and good man.” I would secretly thank God for the kind of man he gave me to be my dad. If I keep writing, it won’t bring you back to me daddy.
I love and miss you dearly daddy. Till we meet again to part no more in greater peace, joy and love. Goodnight daddy. Continue to rest in the bosom of the Lord.
Your Gold, Your dearest and loving daughter.