Omo — My Big Brother
This is my personal tribute to Omo a dear friend who was like a brother to me. These are my memories, my gratitude, and my love for the life he lived and the joy he brought.
I met Omo’s parents before I even met Omo himself, when I first came to England as an adult. Our parents were the kind of friends who felt more like family — the sort of bond you can’t put into words.
When I finally met Omo, he was full of life, joy, and that quiet longing we all understand — to find someone to share life with. Little did I know I was about to play matchmaker. And I did. I introduced him to Abigail, and to my surprise, they clicked instantly. I was so happy for them.
First came the wedding… then the babies. I’ll never forget Elsie’s birth. At that time, I was living alone, and whenever I didn’t feel like cooking, I’d send a text to Abigail and say, “I’m coming over.”
This time, the message simply read, “Start coming.” I was very happy — Abigail’s house had always been full of food right from back in the day, so I was looking forward to a good meal and a catch-up.
But when Omo picked me up from the station, he said, “Okay, let’s go to the hospital.”
I blinked. “Hospital? I came to eat!”
He looked at me and said — “ No food oh Abigail is having the baby.”
I clutched my handbag like it was a lifeline. Minutes later, I was in a hospital gown. Abigail was plugged into the monitor, and Omo told them confidently, “Yes, she’s staying for the birth .” I don’t remember closing my mouth for a while after that.
I remember Abigail saying she didn’t want Omo to touch her — “after all, he caused this.” I also remember her telling me, “I’m too young to have two children, Maj.” I was there to comfort her, but inside, I was quietly excited — my first time witnessing a live birth.
When the time came, Omo stood at the far end of the room (he didn’t want to look), and I held Abigail’s hand. Then — the beautiful cry of a new baby. Abigail whispered two name's I can’t quite remember the other, but I picked , “Elsie.” her first choice. She smiled. That’s how I became godmother — not that I’ve lived up to the title perfectly — but it meant so much that Omo and Abigail honoured me this way.
Omo prayed for me more times than I can count — for a husband, for children, for blessings I hadn’t even thought to ask for. He was a big brother extraordinaire. I remember how often he spoke of my dad helping his dad when he was ill — Omo never forgot kindness.
And how could I forget that you were my wedding MC? You brought laughter, energy, and that special Omo charm that made the day even more memorable. You didn’t just hold the microphone — you held the atmosphere, making sure everyone felt the joy of that day.
At Nicole’s wedding, you made it your mission to thank every single person who came. I remember you walking us to our car, chatting away I saw that you did the same to others , and I had no idea you were already suffering at that time.
Omo, I miss you deeply. But I know you are in a better place — free from pain, resting in God’s arms. God loves you more than we ever could.
“I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.” – 2 Timothy 4:7: You really have Omo.
Until we meet again, I will carry the joy, kindness, and prayers you sowed into my life. Your story lives on in the people you loved, and the love you gave will never fade.
Your Dear Cousin
Maje
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