TRIBUTE TO A FRIEND AND BROTHER
I have been shocked following the “untimely” passage of Femi.
I avoided thinking about him because of the emotional uproar.
Comforted by the words of Shakespeare that “….death is a necessary end and it will come when it will come…”
I have summoned up the courage to write thus:
I met FEMI in 1979 when he was admitted to our great school-FEDERAL GOVERNMENT COLLEGE IDOANI.
Our meeting was casual.
He first caught my attention when he became one of the Government scholars that won scholarship for the entire duration of his stay as a student in our school.
As students of this very great school,we were not very close and didn’t really cross each other’s path except for the closeness of any classmates.
We both left Idoani and while he left to the then University of Ife and studied accounting,I was in the University of Lagos studying Medicine.
We never met during our university days.
Providence brought us together when I established my Hospital practice in Ikosi Ketu Lagos. Femi also lived in ikosi with his brothers.
I quickly became his family Doctor and our closeness developed from here.
Our very close relationship spanned over twenty years even though we had known one another for over 40years.
We shared a lot of things in common, we got married about one week apart and our children have an age mate on either side.
Our closeness became infectious to our siblings. Our siblings related freely amongst themselves at the background just as our nuclear families did.
We went together with our families on holidays to different parts of the world and different tourist destinations.
For many years, particularly when our children were growing up, we synchronized our family holidays.
Femi and I also toured several parts of the world together.
While I relied on Femi for financial and investment advice, Femi relied on Funke (my wife) and I for medical advice.
There was hardly any major event in both families that we were not both present except for extraneous circumstances.
We watched each other’s back and we criticized one another when we were alone.
Whereas Femi lived and work on the island, I worked and lived on the mainland, but distance was not a barrier. We spoke and saw each other frequently.
Femi being an accountant was extremely accountable while I was quite weak in this. As such, he was the record keeper of all our expenses while we traveled.
Femi loved his family and would sacrifice anything for their comfort.
Femi was a workaholic! He was always on his computer as he didn’t like to respond late to an email, most times at his own detriment.
Femi was my closest friend.
We shared every moment of his last days together on phone and video even though he was on face mask far away in London, while I was in Atlanta.
I did not doubt one bit that Femi would pull through. We had gone through more difficult times together.
But Alas! “the necessary end came when it would come“ and Femi passed, without saying goodbye.
We shall surely miss you dear brother.
Adieu Femi!!! Continue to rest on till we meet to part no more.
Jibayo Adeyeye.