Though 12 years have passed, my father's legacy of unwavering integrity and unwavering faith remains etched in our hearts. His gentle nature, unwavering belief in our potential, and infectious smile continue to inspire us. We miss his presence deeply, but carry his spirit with pride. Dad, you are our hero, forever cherished.

No single day passes without missing you. We love and miss you deeply. Rest on.

Tribute to my Father by Kayode Adejumobi _____________________________ That phone call has played over and over in my mind, several times in the last couple of weeks. I knew something was wrong the moment I answered. My brother’s voice was frantic and urgent; dad was in an ambulance on the way to the hospital and we were called to pray. I made calls to other siblings and also called a pastor in church to agree with us in prayer. We kept praying and following up the situation but in a little over an hour, the news came that my loving dad had breathed his last. My world came tumbling down. I honestly cannot enough words to describe my dad. Although from a humble background, he raised us not only within his abilities and resources, but over and above what most men in his position would do. I couldn’t have asked for a better father. Born to a muslim Imam, he accepted Christ and led us all in the way. I understood values such as dedication, hard work, selflessness and integrity from a young age. Dad not only taught us, he lived by example. My dad was a stickler for academic excellence. In a country where a lot of people found it difficult to send their children to school, he not only strived that we children attended good schools, he also made sure that everybody around him was educated. Not a few people have called me since his passing that their children would not have been educated but for my dad’s efforts and support. Firm when he had to be, my father was a loving and caring dad who opened the doors of his heart and our home to all and sundry. He connected with people and touched lives wherever he went. Some of my friends have told me that he was as much a father to them as he was to me. Such was my father’s large heart. Dad will often commit to helping people even when he didn’t know how, then worry about how to work it out later. This often led him to going out of his way, the extra mile, neither asking nor expecting anything in return. Dad was all things to all men. My father was a peace maker, a wise counsellor and a man of prayer. He was always the arbiter of conflicts in the neighbourhood. I recall that whenever I went to their room in the early hours of the morning, you will always hear him and mom praying. I often wondered how much they slept. He prayed at every opportunity and always encouraged us to pray. I miss him so much already. The abruptness of his departure is hard to take but we take solace in the knowledge that he’s in a better place. Though absent from the body, he’s at home with the Lord. My wife and kids will also miss him. She often refers to him as her role model. The kids always looked forward to talking with grandpa and when he was in Nigeria, the time they spent in Ibadan were always memorable. We would have wanted him to be around for much longer but we know that our God, JEHOVAH, never makes mistakes. We hurt but we accept that it was the Master’s time to call him home. It is also comforting to know that the Lord took him right in the middle of doing His work. I will always remember the things he told me each time we spoke. Those wise counsels and prayers will ever ring in my heart. His exemplary life is a hard act to follow. The time is now and dad, I promise that I won’t fail you by the grace of God. Goodnight dear father. Rest in the Lord’s bosom till we meet at His feet.