collinsbaba:


I just hope the children survive and make it in life, but every suffering they pass through, God will demand it from the killer of their father

Midex88:


Baba, they are still your blood niece and nephew. Please lookout for them so that they can be close to the family, irrespective of the ill behavior of the wife, the kids still bear Adeboye and that gives a connect with the family.

Members of the family with resource can still ask and look into their welfare. At least that will improve their chances of making it in life.
My Advice

Maturedconnect:




Amen...so bro how is life generally..Are u also into entertainment just like Ur brother gbenga adeboye

collinsbaba:


Yeah.....
My brother
Prince Elijah Olugbenga Adeboye
Oluaye awon sorosoro
I cry everyday
Let alone he is my biological brother, I love his comedy and music
RIP BRO
still crying

omowaleola:


My Odeomu brother. I hail o.

Grandlord:
God bless you too. You know, I realized there's a difference between being raised in the faith and actually personally accepting the faith when you're old enough to think for yourself. It seems the later is the real deal.

For the former, we were only shown the way. Accepting that way when we've grown, and continuing in it, takes a lot. We grew up to ask a lot of questions and try out so many different ideologies, on our quest for truth. That's actually okay because finally coming back to where you were raised in, means you've wandered out and couldn't find solace anywhere else, and you've realized that the religion you were raised in, is where you can find real peace and answers.

So, I wouldn't say I'm beginning a journey. I'd rather say I'm coming back to where I belong and I'm doing it with some modifications as to how it fits me, without going astray.
For instance, I'm a hymns person. I'm connected to the spirit through hymns than actual prayers. Also, I'm not the kill-my-enemy kind of person, rather I'm a be-good-to-others kind of person.

Oops...this long post is not for you, though
I got lost in the expression of my thoughts

collinsbaba:


Internet just dey connect us from every level, which are from odeomu brother

Evablizin:
Sorry dear.

hennylove:
my dear the best way to get over this is do do away with all his belongings. If not it will take too long sorry. Did same when I lost my 7 yrs son over a year ago

Grandlord:
This thread makes me reconsider my stance on Faith.

I wanna go back to believing in a beautiful afterlife. I don't care if it doesn't exist, I just need some form of hope to hold on to because staring into the dark empty nothingness of nonexistence drives me crazy; for me and my loved ones.

I'm logging on to the Jehovah's witnesses website. I prefer them because I don't need any scary hell stories.

Thoying1990:
Jolayemi Olubukola Michael, my first love. Died Oct 1st 2017, I can't help the Tears anytime I remember him. Rest in peace Dearie, like you do address me. Though married now, but I can never forget him

Aplaudez:
Nothing is irreplaceable, even nobody, lost my dad 2003, since then I've been the ones fending for my siblings, mum remarried and relocate to meet her hubby, I had to pause school after my diploma cause my imidate was in second year in the uni, all bills on me, to the glory of God he's now serving, we're living better life, now I've commenced my HND!

SapphirePRINCEX:
My sister, Belinda, Sept 18 2012 still feels like yesterday, can't believe I still cried about her this morning.
My son, Michael, died Feb 25th 2016, his bro fills his space but mehn, I always remember him and imagine how cute he would have been at 4years old.
My godmother, Cynthia, even though after her death all I see is scary dreams of her but I still miss her.

Liposure:
sorry. May their gentle soul rest in perfect peace. Am dan by d way

SapphirePRINCEX:
Amen dear, Am Sapphire

SyrusdeHansome:



Sorry bro

Macktaob:
Yea, my girlfriend and my dad, Jan. 14 and Feb. 16, 2014 respectively, while I was in my first year Uni, shattered my dreams and promises, he made to me, turned me to a responsibilities' boy without married yet but Alliamdulilahi, here we are, I survived, my sis almost, rounding up Final year in OAU and everyone felt and still feels my impact and proud to know me. Was a rough ride, still a rough ride but only the brave keeps on and head up.

He's the owner of this Nairaland account and my Email address, he opened this account January and died the next month.

etrange:


Sorry about this. Your best years are still ahead.

In your position, I'd use his account for a positive course.

UndauntedYOCA:
My dad, my everything, my next love after God, the one who treated me like a princess, the one who ensured I had everything, the one who worked so I could eat, go to school, the one who tried to raise me well, he instilled good morals in me, was never a dead beat dad. My dad over my mum always, every moment with him I enjoyed (well, save for the times I failed in school, some spanking), always made me and my bro happy.
Kept saying he was working for me and my bro, he was my hero, my favourite person in the world, and epitome of excellence, a true and loving father, protective of his own. He was everything good!
Unfortunately, he died when I was 12 and still in primary school, he had been terribly sick and had had to leave Abuja for Ib to be treated, I remember having wanted to go with him but there was no more space in the car so I had to ßtay back, before he got in the car, he looked at me and I saw tears in his eyes, he wept and I said goodbye to him to which he responded in a sad tone. He left and I would sit by the corner of the class when classes are were going on and cry, one day I got a call and was told my dad was dead that's the day my life changed, it never remained the same, like I fell from grace to grass. One day I had a dream (his posthumous birthday), I asked him why he died and how he had died but he only said not to worry, that I'd never understand.
I'm in my mid twenties now and no day goes without me thinking of him. I cried almost everyday till i was about 24, I've stopped now but still do once in a while but I think of my papa everyday!!! I love him even in death, although I would have been in a better place now if he wasn't dead and had almost everything, I must admit that his death has molded and is still molding me into being a better person, it's taught me to be compassionate, hardworking, industrious, patient and the power there is in never giving up. I still remember how he'd tell me that if I didn't work hard and smart I'd end up being broke and married to a wretch (I'm sure he was just scaring me but...). His death has taught me to work, work, work and work, to believe in myself, to save and a lot more.
He was a fine and gentle soul, full of life, kind but his anger was something else, he may be dead but I will ensure I make him proud even in his grave and on my wedding day, I fear the tears I'd shed!
RIP to my dad, it's been 14 years : and I couldn't help but cry while typing this

chosenjummy:
My dad...
Left this world 20th of June 2019
Still in pain...
Just like yesterday... Missed you so much
Rest on Dad... Till we meet again..

baebeenayoka:
Hmmm! Dad died and I was the only one at home with him at the moment. I knew something was wrong cos he doesn't spend up to 2 mins in the bathroom so he stayed longer and because of the sound of the running shower I thought he was washing like he always did so I went in. Few minutes later I went back to check and he was still there so I decided to call him to make sure but he didn't answer that was when I knew something was wrong. I tried to open the door that was made of iron but couldn't so i took a chair climbed to see what was wrong that was when I saw my dad lying on the floor. My legs were wobbly and I feel off the chair. I later stood up and ran downstairs to see if I can find a man to help me but nobody cos they've all gone to work. I then went to the street looking for men to help me force the door open. I later found some guys that helped me while I looked for taxi to take him to the hospital. All these happened when I was just 16. It was horrible, I almost ran mad when my dad was pronounced dead. God knows I tried but what can I say and who am I to question God. Mom wasn't around because my sister gave birth the day before and my mom too died three years ago. I'm still standing because of God. I'd never pray for such an experience to my enemy. It's horrible. Two years ago just after mom's burial, when I was thinking that God had given me something to wipe my tears because I found out the baby i was carrying is a girl.she too left but in all, I give God the glory.