Kunle Olaifa Lives On...

I was worried about the news that my boss was in an accident. I had called everyone I knew and they kept telling me some funny news about how he was in some hospital… they all could not answer the question “How is Kunle?”

It was 30 minutes to my examination and my "approcco" nature wanted to know, I looked through twitter to see if anyone had said anything then I saw what my eyes were looking for. 'Kunle was gone. I immediately called his friend that promised to call me back. I said, “Please tell me is 'Kunle really dead? “ His response: Dayo, I’m sorry I have some bad news, ‘Kunle is gone.

I squealed over the phone like a wounded lion and threw my phone away.

August 19, 2014, a grey day. The cold hands of death took away my brother, friend and boss. I spoke with him some minutes before the accident I didn't know that was the final conversation we were going to have, maybe I would have said a "proper "good bye.

'Kunle was not just a boss; he was a big brother, a friend. His zest to help was awesome. I miss the dimpled smile and the playful look. He lived a fun and hard working life, he had a contagious spirit. 'Kunle was always there no matter what, he had an enormous capacity to love and he did love people fiercely. He was humble, passionate and his can-do spirit is top-notch. 'Kunle loved and preached professionalism and excellence. 'Kunle was witty and humorous . 

'Kunle, you were wise beyond your years, and you also had this unexplainable patience. I remember you always calling me Jero and how I always whisper “oka baba” under my breath. We joked recently about you adopting me as a last sister or your first child and you responded as usual “Jero”.

I wished for once, I could escape into the world of amnesia and live in denial. 'Kunle, thank you for gracing us with your life. Your name means “Wealth filled the house” literally and you indeed filled the house with your presence, your wisdom, your person, your love for building careers...I owe you mine

I can almost hear your voice with every word I type. Thank you for loving, Thank you serving.

I remember a lot of things, but most of all I remember that I am deeply saddened that you left too soon.

When we love people, knowing their spirit just never dies is comforting.  Rest on brother.

I choose to remember you happy