I fondly call him Daddy, because from the very first day I got married into the family, he never treated me as a daughter-in-law but as his very own daughter. He even gave me a special nickname – Yewande Baby – a name that always warmed my heart each time he called it. His voice carried excitement and love whenever he said it, and it always made our conversations extra special.

Daddy loved my husband deeply, and he extended that same love to me and the children. Whenever we visited, it was always a joyful time. He was full of life, and we would gist endlessly – about Sagamu, about Nigeria, and sometimes about those gbeborun stories that always left us laughing. Those moments will forever remain precious in my heart.

Daddy, you will be greatly missed – your warmth, your laughter, your wisdom, and the love you poured into everyone around you.

May the Almighty God grant you eternal rest.

May He forgive all your shortcomings, accept your good deeds, and grant you Aljannah Firdaus.

And may He comfort the entire family you have left behind, giving us strength to carry on your legacy of love, kindness, and unity.

Rest well, Daddy.

Daddy, you welcomed me into the family with so much warmth and treated me like your own son. You always called to check on us and ask how we were doing, and I will never forget hearing you fondly call my wife “Mojisola Alasho Oke” as you both laughed and talked about life.

She misses you deeply and speaks of you often. We love you dearly, but Allah loves you more, and we pray that He grants you Al-Jannah Firdaus.