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A friend of mine who has lived in Europe for many years and is well 
known particularly among the Nigerian community would often get stranded
 Nigerians referred to him as he was fluent in the local language and 
was always willing to help. One day as he was about leaving his office 
for a very important business meeting, two Nigerians came in and told 
him they had been referred to him as they had no where to sleep that 
night. My friend was in a hurry to drop his young son home and head for 
his meeting but being the kind hearted person that he is, he decided to 
take the strangers to the nearest Red Cross centre where they could be 
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SisiBunmi: IN LOVING MEMORY OF ADENIKE OLAFISOYE

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IN LOVING MEMORY OF ADENIKE OLAFISOYE

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                              <strong><span style="font-size: large;">  IN LOVING MEMORY OF ADENIKE OLAFISOYE</span></strong></div>
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                                                      <strong>7th April 1981 - 24th February 2014</strong><br />
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Adenike Olafisoye, a beautiful daughter, sister, niece, cousin and friend passed on suddenly in her sleep on the 24th of February 2014. She was a beautiful soul now an angel at peace. I knew Nikky, (as she was fondly called) from when she was a teenager, I remember happy times shared with her and for some reason I keep recalling the evening we grilled fish at my house during her visit with me, we kept going back and forth in between checking on the fish and jisting. She was a gifted and talented artist whose drawing was amazing, I particularly remember a picture of her dad which she drew and gave to me. She was kind and considerate.<br />
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I have known her dad for almost twenty years now and I imagine the pain he is going through at the loss of his beautiful daughter who though female, looked very much like him. I sat with him as he recounted Nikkys life, in between moist eyes. I did my best to console him as I also grieved in my heart for Nikky.<br />
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A beautiful funeral was arranged by her mum and poignant tributes delivered by her siblings and friends, there where hyms, saxophone rendition and even a horn blower was there to see Nikky off!<br />
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Her dad did not attend the funeral as it is against the tradition and culture of the Yoruba race for a parent to know the grave of their child or even to see the corpse. So her dad never saw the corpse nor did he attend the funeral. I also, being a Yoruba woman did not want to attend as I am older than Nikky and I see her as a daughter, culture also forbids me to attend. So I wanted to stay with my friend and console him while the funeral took place. However, he wanted me to attend for him. So I went with my daughter and some friends to the funeral. <br />
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After the funeral there was a reception held for refreshments and more tributes, a screen was put in place displaying pictures of Nikky. There was a mix of people from different countries and cultural backgrounds. My friends and I did not eat or drink anything, as again this is forbidden in our culture, we cannot eat, drink or in anyway celebrate the passing on of a young person who passed on in her prime especially one who is young enough to be our daughter.<br />
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So we sat there and listened to the tributes and wrote in the condolence book. We consoled Nikkys mum who sat with us and told me how she wished Nikkys dad was there too. We explained to her that culture forbade him to be there. She agreed that culture did forbid even her to be there but that she could not imagine not being there to bid farewell to her daughter. <br />
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She had arranged the funeral and took full part in it. She had gone to bathe and dress her, she  was at the chapel for the requiem mass, at the grave side for the internment and at the reception to receive friends and family and to accept their condolences. She also informed us that she would be visiting her grave to lay flowers on her birthdays and at other times when she feels like being close to her. We all stared at her in amazement and sympathy.<br />
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That night I could not sleep. The image of Nikky lying in the cold grave kept flashing in my mind and I wished I hadn't gone to the funeral, I wished I hadn't seen the coffin or the grave. I was convinced that the Yoruba culture was not only wise but also valid.<br />
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A few days later I was discussing with a Ghanaian friend of mine who had asked me about the funeral. I told him about the Yoruba culture and how Nikkys' dad did not attend and how I also wished I hadn't attended. He looked at me in amazement and shock. He could not comprehend the thought of ever losing a child and not taking part in the funeral, of not saying a final goodbye. He thought the culture was repugnant, harsh and cruel! <br />
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He felt that Nikkys' mum was right to have done all she did for her late daughter, to have bade her a final farewell and to know where to go if she ever felt the need to spend time with her daughter, that in fact it makes it more bearable for her than the dad who because of culture and tradition missed out on saying a final farewell to his daughter. I stood my ground and stood for the Yoruba culture and tradition on this.<br />
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However, as days passed by and I thought more about it, I found myself thinking more about what my Ghanaian friend had said. I also thought of Nikkys' mum and dad and I wondered if it was right for her dad to have obeyed culture and tradition, and miss the funeral and celebration of her short life and the end of it.  Surprisingly, I found myself agreeing with my Ghanaian friend. I came to the conclusion that as much as we do not pray or ever wish to bury our children, tragedy do happen at times and we have to deal with it as a fact of life. I began to question my position on the culture and tradition of my people regarding the loss of a child or a younger relative. <br />
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I wish Nikky was still here with us, I wish she lived to get married, have children of her own and grown old gracefully and happily. However, no one can question the almighty God, He only knows why Nikky had to depart so soon, perhaps He and the angels were missing her too much for she was indeed a beautiful soul.<br />
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However, I am glad I attended the funeral and was part of the family, friends and loved ones who gave beautiful Nikky a beautiful and poignant funeral and memorial service. I am also glad that I know where she is laid to rest so that one day I may also go and lay flowers and say hello. Who knows, I may even be able to convince her dad some day  to visit and lay flowers at her graveside,  it may help him come to terms and heal from the hurt and pain. I know Nikkys' mum would like that. Beautiful soulful Adenike Olafisoye, rest in peace! Orun re o!<br />
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Husband and Wife agreed that whenever they want to have SEX, they will call it 'FONE CALL' so that the children won't understand. One day, Dad sends Son to tell Mum that he wants to make a 'FONE CALL'. Mum replies: tell your Dad that the Network is busy today. Dad replies: tell your MUM that if the Network is busy, then am going to a PUBLIC FONE BOOTH. Mum replies: tell him that if he dares go to a Public Fone Booth, I will OPEN a Communication Center and all 'FONE CALLS' will be Free..............<br /> </div>
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lady went into the Bank of America one day carrying a bag of money. She 
insisted that she must speak with the President of the bank before 
opening a savings account.<br /> Finally the officers got her into the 
President's office. The President asked her how much she wanted to 
deposit. She says $165,000 and then empties the bag onto his desk. The 
president was surprised and of course curious about how she came by all 
this cash. So he asked her. The old lady answered, "I make bets."<br /> 
The President replied, "Bets? What kind of bets?" The old lady answered,
 "For example, I'll bet you $25,000 that your balls are square."<br /> "Ha!" says the President, "what a joke. That's a stupid bet, you can never win that kind of bet."<br /> The old lady says, "But would you like to take my bet?"<br /> "Sure," said the President, "I'll bet $25,000 that my balls are not square!"<br />
 The little old lady replied, "OK, I will check and if they're not 
square you take $25,000 from my deposit. And since there is a lot of 
money involved is it OK with you if I bring my lawyer with me tomorrow 
at 10:00 AM to witness?"<br /> "Sure," said the President. If your lawyer sees, that won't hurt. I have $25,000 to gain.<br />
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long time in front of his mirror checking his balls, turning from side 
to side, again and again.<br /> The next morning at <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_50292949" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ">10 AM</span></span>
 the little old lady appeared at the President's office. She introduced 
the lawyer to the President and repeats the bet, that for $25,000 she 
bets the President's balls are square. The President said they weren't 
square and the  old lady asks him to drop his pants so they could see. 
The President does this.<br /> The little old lady looks closely at his balls and then asks if she could feel them.<br /> "Well, OK" said the President, "$25,000 is a lot of money, so I guess you should be absolutely sure."<br />
 Then he notices that the lawyer is quietly banging his head against the
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She replied, "Nothing, except that I bet $100,000 with him that by 10am 
today I'd have The Bank of America's President's balls in my hands.???</span> <br />
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