HAPPY NEW YEAR 2013. THERE SHOULD BE LOTS TO READ AND DISCUSS HERE THIS YEAR BY GOD’S GRACE. I WILL TRY PUSH THE DISTRACTIONS AND WHAT HAVE YOU TO THE BACK EVEN AS I SHARE WITH YOU FROM MY INNER MOST THOUGHTS. WHILE I WAS DOING THE PIECE FOR THIS WEEK, THE NEWS BROKE OF THE PASSAGE OF A FATHER FIGURE IN MY LIFE. I THEREFORE LEFT EVERY OTHER THING TO PEN THIS TRIBUTE TO CELEBRATE THE LIFE OF ENGR. (DR.) OLUSEGUN AJANI ADEGBOYEGA WHO WENT TO BE WITH THE LORD ON THE 2ND OF JANUARY. PLEASE TAKE A FEW MINUTES TO READ AND LEARN FROM THIS LIFE. BLESS!!!
Whoever told me my first blog post of the year will be a tribute would have been rebuked without second thought. It however played itself out again as the news broke of the passage of Engr. (Dr.) Segun Adegboyega; a brother, an uncle, a father and one who was regularly concerned about all of us.
The second day of the year started on a very happy note for me. Work and all went smooth. I even had the great news of the birth of a baby into a family we hold dear. A family that suffered barrenness for over two and half decades with the first child after the father has attained three scores on this planet. Cheering news indeed. It all changed in the afternoon when I got home and right at the door, the sad news was broken to me.
I took in the dry harmattan air and a bitter taste coursed through my mouth. As bitter as the sorrow in the London home of the departed. I cannot say per se how the pangs of hunger left me but everything just looked like it had stopped. I picked up my phone and decided to look through my Facebook thread. The first post I saw was that of my Pastor cousin. It was true, Daddy Ore has passed on.
Dr. Segun Adeboyega was a man of many parts to many people. There are too many things I cannot say or write. He was one who doggedly followed his dreams. He got all the education he could up to his doctorate level. Pre-ND and National Diploma from the Federal Polytechnic Ilaro, his Bachelor’s degree in University of Ilorin. He proceeded to Tanzania for his Master’s degree.
On arrival from Tanzania, he formed the Student Association of St. Paul’s Apostolic Church which metamorphosed into the present day Salvation Proclaimers Anointed Church. He always gathered the young ones, students in different levels of their education, from primary to tertiary, gave them inspiring talks and lectures every Saturday evening. He went as far as inviting people from outside the Church for seminars, to address the students.
I remember vividly that I was in his bridal train as a six year old. The buzz was everywhere during the weeks leading up to the wedding. The ‘Mobola weds Segun’ souvenir is still available in my family house.
He thereafter got a Commonwealth scholarship to study in the United Kingdom. Dr. Adegboyega was loved by all and sundry. He constantly put us on our feet. Before anything, he would ask about your academics. That was Uncle Segun as many called him.
Tributes have rolled in from those we know as friends and family here in Nigeria. I am sure it is the same in the United Kingdom where he was based. Baba Ore will always greet you with “ema nlee”. He was not one to look down on anyone. He gave to people as if his life depended on it and remembered everyone of us by name. He did not class people based on class or cash.
He was a colossus, whose life will always be a lesson to us all in humility, selflessness and loyalty. Dipo Owoyemi wrote “Akowe Ajani was what my mum fondly called you. Akowe indeed, you followed your passion for education with the whole of your heart right from ND to PhD…”
Emmanuel Olulola said “Uncle Segun, I feel part of your assignments on earth is to ‘make people’ which you have done with all zeal. Sleep on Daddy Ore”. A lot of other people also bared their minds in black and white but the fact remains that Uncle Segun or Daddy Ore as different people called him is no more, but his labour of love remains still.
A builder of lives, a maker of men, an encourager, and a determined achiever has gone to be with the Lord. Many lives owe their achievements to you Baba Ore. I remember too many to put in this piece. This is the way I can grieve, the only way I can mourn. I pray Aunty Mobola and the beautiful children the fortitude to bear the irreparable loss.
A word for the family he left behind – Passing through this phase of life could be as through fire but remember, an angel went through the fire with the Hebrew boys (Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego). You are not alone in all of these. God is with you.
Ma sun olufe
ki o si maa sinmi
Gbori le aya olugbala re
A fe o sugbon Jesu fe o ju
Sun re; sun re; sun re
Uncle Segun goodnight, o digba o. We’ll meet at the saviour’s feet.
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