In her lifetime, she was the angel of peace and motivator to many. Reaching out to avert crisis, home and away. Her main agenda being heaven-focused, she devoted her life to mediation and conflict resolution. As she has joined the corpus of angels, we pray that those she left behind enjoy the blessings and goodwill that she accumulated in her prayerful lifetime that was full of giving
Our sister Yejide is laughter. Brimming with freshness of morning dews. She is the kaleidoscope of colourful virtues. Hardly given to vanity, ever conversant and current. Always conscious of topical issues that concerns human development
I WISH I was a painter. Very skilled to paint a masterpiece so beautiful to grace tabernacles in holy places of our minds. On Divinely sealed canvas of glory in colours that speak brilliantly of goodness, kindness and love, in congresses that rock the ages.
It paints fetching collage depicting ardent care and selfless giving of self and purpose to humanity.
Alas, I am not an artistic maestro. Just a simple lover of words. Hence I shall use words to depict her high valor and saintly bearing to colour someone so graciously sublime and sweet.
She is a mother to so many people, siblings, families, friends, clans, and neighbours. Her neighborhood is universal.
Our train of thought is traveling along the tracks plied by Pa Solomon and Ma Rebecca to Kano, Abeokuta, and Lagos. Virtual memories of my sister’s gemstone play in my thoughts. Ashabi Omo Kulodo, sweet as the songs of angels, honey buds at harvest, gentle and caring as doctors in hospital wards.
Patient as doting mothers, sensible and reliable as the recall of sweetness of loving to the welfare of others. She was so simple and prayerful. Always in ardent devotion.
Our sister Yejide is laughter. Brimming with freshness of morning dews. She is the kaleidoscope of colourful virtues. Hardly given to vanity, ever conversant and current. Always conscious of topical issues that concerns human development.
She is seemingly ageless. Unlike us younger siblings who have been ravaged by the rat race of human growth. She is ever so refreshed. God gave her the comfort of a good marriage. Blessed with lovely children, good family and friends.
Many are exposed to her brilliant mind and fertile articulation. I am one of those who benefitted through our daily conversations of deep and robust analysis.
She is news of yesterday, today, through eternity. Now that she has flown away on the wings of melody. Awaited by cherubic choirs of heaven, for it is her turn to belt the chorus eternal in the softness of her soprano. It is hard to paint a dirge in her wake of pleasant visage, so we must build mental monuments to hold the stake in our minds in order to refresh the love she spreads like confetti around. Though our teardrops have flooded the canvas of the painting in memorial colour full of mourning, her wish is for a greater rebirth and revival.
Her memories should be pleasant and delightful. Decked in flaming red of roses at blossom. Slashed in blue of various hues plus cool green of vegetation growth. Sober and friendly like Palms of Prayer.
Sister Yejide is solemn like Sunday morning mass in liturgy and canticles. Her penchant and devotion to God is only akin to her effervescence for charity. Ethereal carols herald her journey to conference with her maker, in the auditorium of angels and saints. What a glorious spectacle as it conjures in communion of the saints, awaiting her arrival.
In her lifetime, she was the angel of peace and motivator to many. Reaching out to avert crisis, home and away. Her main agenda being heaven-focused, she devoted her life to mediation and conflict resolution. As she has joined the corpus of angels, we pray that those she left behind enjoy the blessings and goodwill that she accumulated in her prayerful lifetime that was full of giving. We shall shed tears no more, conscious of the better place she has been called home to reign supreme, in the bosom of Jesus Christ. Ashabi Omo Kulodo, sun re o. Holy! Holy! Holy! Hallelujah.
Chief Kayode Aderinokun
Her Brother
