Tinuade Olayemi Adesola - オンライン･メモリアル･ウェブサイト

Sweet is the memories of the righteous. You lived an examplary life and left a good legacy.You were a cheerful giver who did not discriminate in giving. We will forever miss you. Rest in the bosom of our Lord Jesus till we meet to part no more.

Rest in the bosom of the Lord, Tinu. First at Hull where you exuded poise and dignity as a student, then with Lowo and then our sons' friendship to a recent professional relationship, the next time we meet, there'll be no more parting! Sleep well!

Just too many memories to remember.

Our first meeting, our friendship, Ify, Bose. Your dad and mum. They way they accepted me. I remember when I first met you, daddy and mummy. Mo dobale ni straight after you opened the door in Chelsea and on sighting daddy. Oh. I am Musa sir, yes he said, your father is Mustafa. Welcome, take a seat, mummy welcomed me asked 'what would you like to take'? And I said Tinu.

Then Ify came in and we all sat and talked and chatted, student life, the parties, the visits, the friends and our light blue right hand drive Mercedes 200.

I remember our brothers, sisters. All those times, your smile, yes your smile, so radiant. The red and white flowers early in the morning when I visit the flat in London and mummy will say 'Musa, iwo ni'.

The way you kneeled to greet Baba, so well brought up in Yoruba tradition , and Baba will say 'no, no, no, please get up'.

Teaching you to drive in Lagos with the Honda Prelude in VI. Driving you to Isolo from VI as you learnt to drive.

Those 'HOT' obe you made in Isolo with amala fele fele.

Your meeting Lowo and my candide opinion, our meeting Lowo and making him happy.

I am sure I have left something out.

You were my little sister and I will always love you and miss you.
Musa 

It's so sad that the cold hands of Death have snatched you away from your loved ones and others who you met in your short stay in this world. I remember your sweet disposition to work and colleagues and your humility was something out of this world. You never complained about anybody or  task at hand. Apart from being colleagues, all the people you worked with for you were friends.

Your death reminds all that life is indeed transitory, a fleeting cloud that carries death looking for whom to sweep up and suffocate in its illusory placidness. Though your demise is painful, it is not another trophy for Death because the lives you touched with your tender heart, ever smiling face and the knowledge that you are in the bosom of the Lord are all we need to boldly tell Death that it is the loser; not members of your family, friends or your colleagues. Death did not snatched you but the Lord called you for an eternal rest from our world which is kind and too unkind.

 

For this world is not our permanent home, we are all looking forward to a home yet to come that which you have found Aunty Tinu.
Aunty as i always call, your quiet gentle word to me each time we met keep coming back to my memory 'Olumide bawo ni' you are always willing to be up to date on what is happening in around me, your death has not only shock me but left a vaccum, each day your memory lingers in my heart i cherish little time we share together to pray
Adieu Aunty, continue to rest in the bossom of our lord