Take a pause right now, have a rethink about this world.
Take a minute silence and you will realize that, there is always a season for everything.
A season of procreation, a season of happiness , a season of love, merriment and joyfulness but all have one particular end result which is Death (it is inevitable.)

** What moment will you live to remember forever. Or perhaps, if you have a super power would wish you can just change or edit those situations or circumstances?**
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For me it was my father's death.
Perhaps, let me flashback to when he was still with us. His name is Mr. John Bayo Sulieman ADEGOKE, the last child of his father. He was born and brought up in the political city of Ibadan, Oyo State early 1950's.

Early stage as a judiciary worker

Unfortunately, today 02-02-18 should have been his 63rd birthday but it is a post mortem anniversary on his behalf. What triggers me in putting his story up on my blog is because he deserves a platted gold in his honor & name but this is all I can afford. Also, to show to the world that “beneath every smile, there is a rough face” So, everyone has a crucifix that are carrying about, so don't make yours too gigantic that you can't carry it.
Also, in order for people to sympathize with me on my loss. Although, have surmounted the challenges but the vacuum he created no one can fill it.

He finished FORM 6 (for as many of you that doesn't understand this, this is the secondary level of education at that time. Although, you can still further but was considered as prerequisite). And immediately he was absorb at the Teacher's Training College, Lagos where he started his early teaching days. He is very smart and intelligent. Among his colleagues back then in school, he was respected.
The stipend he was receiving as salary then, he was using it to support his mother, my own grandmother. Because my grandfather had several wives. I also came from a polygamous family because it became heredity.

While my father was still active in teaching, several other things were happening around him like some of his colleagues left for tertiary institutions in order to further their education. But my father was too scared to leave his source of income, even not income to him alone but to his family and extended family.
Yes, let me skip other part and jump to mine.
Before I was given birth to, my father already had enough squads. Perhaps he just wanted me as a substitute. Lol.
My mother is the second wife, to my greatest surprise we all acted as if we had just only one mother. You know that story we do view in Nollywood movies especially about polygamous family, my family is the contrast or an exception.
Even before and after my father's death, we're still together. Maybe Nollywood movies ain't real, some acted fictions though.

When the pressure was becoming overbearing for him, he had to leave Lagos for his hometown- Ibadan. Where he was working as a judiciary personnel.

Throwback to when he was still in active service

Back then, he will come from Ibadan to file some documents for his court and spend maybe two or three days with us. And by Monday morning, before any of my siblings is awake my father would have called to confirm his safe landing in Ibadan. Gosh!
I could also remember days when we were Muslims, he can drink to stupor and start dancing on the floor of the house. He was a devoted Muslim though that understands the nit grit of the Holy Quran even after we got converted. He was still knowledgeable in the Muslim doctrine.

This time let me double skip to the tragedy.

Tragedy struck my home this month last 3years ago. When my father was rushed to Seventh Day Adventist Hospital after he had an attack at night. Thanks to our neighbor who is a public driver that came to his rescue perhaps we could have probably lost him that night. I was not at home though but I heard the report when I visited him in the hospital.
I was in my sophomore during this period and I was very active in church. I came over to Seventh Day Adventist Hospital the day after he got there because they didn't inform me on time. I prayed along with him and he was happy.
Before then, he was an elder in International Gospel Evangelical Ministries (IGEM) located in Ibadan. My father can pray thunder from night till morning. Most of the times, we all get tired of him and leave him to it.
He took an indelible part in my spiritual life before he died.

After a week at SDAH, the doctors advice us to transfer my father to the intensive care unit at OAUTH. The panic started building up for my family as regards his fate. Even concerning hospital bills and upkeep.
I couldn't stay with him because of my schooling, at that time my other siblings were through with schools. So they had to stay back and watch him in the hospital.
Although, I hate the smell of hospitals but at that point I could withstand the smell for my precious father that is dying on the sick bed.

Tests and different diagnosis were carried out and the results were negative. And it reads thus;

As a result of the test carried out on him, we discovered that both his pancreas and liver are not functioning properly and it is as a result of high consumption of alcohol and acid substances

At this stage, we would recommend an operation to be carried out.
All the family members consulted together and agreed on operating him. There is a word I held so tight and next to my heart that was my father's real words before he died and that is; “if I can surmount this challenges, I will document everything I passed through on my sick bed”

Surgery/Operation room, please keep off.
He was brought out of theatre during midnight, so definitely the operation was successful. Thank God my father will live again.
I could remember vividly the night he had his operation precedes our fellowship Bible study every Wednesday. I decided to visit him that Wednesday with a brother from church to pray for him.
When I got to the hospital gate, approaching the ward where he was laid. I heard a whistle, at first I felt it was the football game that was going on right beside the hospital is where the whistle was coming from.
I turned to check and suddenly I saw my siblings hanging around the hospital corners. We approached them and inquire about daddy's welfare.

He said, “daddy ti ku o Idowu”
My reaction was mixed, perplexed, dumbfounded...
I couldn't stop my tears, they started rolling down like a dew.
I have no father again, that was the thought that kept ringing in my head.
I lost, we lost an icon
A man like battalion soldiers
Okunrin ta kun ta kun
The jewel of Ibadan land
He wrestled both spiritually and physically until death
Till we meet and part no more

Adieu papa!
Goodbye my father.