This is so sad!
Oloruntoba Oluwadamilola, the 19-year old son of ace broadcaster,
Aisha Falode, who died on Saturday, 15 February 2014, has been buried.
It was initially reported that Toba died in a car accident but family
sources have revealed that Toba had actually been pushed off a 17
storey building by a young Arab man.
For his burial, to celebrate the life he lived, his grieving mum
wrote an emotional tribute to him, titled “You Are Me, I Am You.”
I held you in my arms and my heart burst into a million pieces of
joy. It was an indescribable moment. You were adorable as I touched
every bit of you. Giddy with joy, I counted your toes, your fingers,
tiny and wriggly; a tough bundle of joy.
Your innocent gaze upon my face, those two adorable eyes, wide and
searching as only a child’s would. All the gems in Arabia would fade
into insignificance at the emergence of your presence. My son had come
into the world, whole and complete you were.
I had looked forward to
having my own son. I carried you with pride and honour in my womb for 9
good months. Knowing that you will eventually be born made the
discomforts of 9 months seem like chewing a candy bar. Here at last you
were.
As you grew up into a most interesting young star, you were my joy.
In all of my trying moments, knowing that you trusted me and believed in
me spurred me through even the roughest terrain. Your childhood was
joyful. Your sister and you were my life. You still are my life. Nothing
can erase your memory, not a thousand winds or a million rainfalls can
replace those memories, not even a fearsome volcano can wipe you from
me.
You are me, I am you.
I am devastated, I am pained, I am inconsolable, I am a mother
shattered. Who can console me but God? He knows best and did they not
say those HE loves HE calls home early?
My Son, the curtain fell too early for you, for us. I am in the
audience; I cannot jump on the stage where you are. Even if I could, the
curtain is drawn already. I cannot reach you. I am tempted to say, why
me, but why not me? God loves us. HE took you my bundle of joy, even now
I lean on HIM. I can see you, stretching out those strong arms, I see
you trying to console me, I see you saying:
“Mum, it was meant to be, it
is not your fault”, I see you. I see you everywhere.
Together, we walked for 19yrs, you brought me joy. You excelled in
your academics, you made me a proud mother as you grew into a handsome,
responsible, caring, humane, disciplined man. I will forever remember
you my son. Those fun times, the times you held me when I was down, like
the man of the house, which you became so early in life…I am consoled
because I know for sure that you are in the bosom of the LORD.
I know for sure that we will meet again. You have not died, you are
only asleep. This thought will keep me going until I behold your
delightful presence again. I know you are here for I am you and you are
me.