R.I.P Dr Irawo Adamolekun...

It was about 1½years i saw Irawo last while he was undergoing his houseman-ship program at the military hospital ikoyi Lagos. Prior to that day, it was up-to 15years i saw Dr Irawo last. However, on that fateful day, it was after the days work, i saw Dr Irawo full
of life and in a joyful mood as he was laughing and throwing up jokes with one of his colleagues at the military hospital ikoyi Lagos. I never knew that will be the last time i will ever set my eyes on the young Dr Irawo Ademolekun.

So painful to say that i clearly can recollect that day how Dr Irawo was about entering his car, turned around, saw me, eye brows raised and in humility greeted me with a bit surprise-expression on his face as if to say its been long i saw this face last?

I know Irawo when he was growing up, i am a very close friend to his parents (Col Ademolekun and wife). To cut this whole story short, Irawo without a doubt is from a very humble background that i can testify, he is hardworking, intelligent and a determined well brought up man.The same could be said of his Late elder brother Imole who died long ago in a ghastly motor accident.

I know what his parents went through in raising this young man Irawo, i can testify that it was't easy for them but still they where able to put Irawo through.
Now that they (the parents) have planted that seed called (Irawo), watered it, nurtured it to become a better, useful and bigger tree, from no where, one of the idiotic bastards called armed robber/assassins cut this life short for nothing.....for absolutely nothing the wasted this young man.

What has life become in this part of the world especially in Nigeria?, why would someone pulled a trigger on a fellow man's head?, Now what is that price the killer has received for wasting this useful soul and sending him untimely to the grave?,  Where is our conscience? Why should one kill what he/she can not create? What have become of us in Nigeria....whyyyyyyyyyy?????
What kind of devil has now reside in this dysfunctional state call Nigeria?

 However, this is Nigeria and one wonders if any thing or arrest will come of out of this. In Nigeria, so many lives are wasted just like that on daily basis, people are living in constant fear and yet we boast to have a functional government and police force?
Its like no one cares about the welfare of the masses?
So so Sad!

Now this shinning star gone, i know it wont be easy, but my prayer goes to the Ademolekuns....praying God's strength and comfort to bear this unfortunate and tragic loss.

And for the killers....may they live to rot on earth.....vultures shall devour their carcass. They will never have peace in this world till they die! Curse be upon them.

Dr Irawo, May your soul rest in God's bossom ...Amen!

Dr Irawo Adamolekun, was shot dead on Friday (11th January) in the Anthony Village end of Ikorodu Lagos by an unknown gunman. He was killed in his car, in broad day-afternoon in front of hundreds of people on his way back from work. He is survived by his parents and a sister.

-Usaveone

Below is her only surviving sibling Ojia and the also the tribute he wrote for Imole her elder brother after his death.

This was her tribute to Imole on her blog, Sweetness.blogspot.com, on March 3, 2010:

“Affliction shall not rise a second time,” says the Lord.

It was about 6am on May 16, 2004. My phone was ringing so loud I had to get up; it was my mum and I was wondering why she was calling me that early. I picked up my phone and said, “Good morning mum.” She replied in a troubled tone and said, “Good morning baby, sorry I had to wake you up but this is really important and I want you to listen carefully.”

I sat up immediately and I said, “Mummy is there a problem? Is everything alright?”

“I just had a terrible dream about your brothers, that one of them had a bandage around his head and his right thigh,” she said.

Now, at this point I was worried because my mum is a prayer warrior and I had known with time that her dreams were to be taken very seriously. She continued saying, “Please tell them not to get into any fight with anyone please.”

I got up immediately after my mum’s call and dialled my younger brother’s phone and my elder brother picked it up. I narrated mum’s call and told him to pass the message on to our younger brother. He was also worried because we always took dreams from my mum very seriously. He had just finished his third year in medical school and the results were out.

The next day, which was a Sunday, my brothers went to church (BLW in Igbinedion University) and came back to their hostel at about 11am.

Marvin Solomon, a friend of ours from Lagos, who also attended Igbinedion had just arrived from Lagos with a taxi and the taxi was to return to Lagos immediately, so my elder brother decided to take the free ride home with his excellent results in his second MBBS.

They had driven out of the school gate towards the community bank in Okada (one minute from the school gate) when a mechanic was test driving a car and ran into their car.

The school hospital was just two minutes away and people around the area immediately rushed my brother to the hospital.

The doctors said he needed an ambulance to take him to the University of Benin Teaching Hospital immediately because he had a head injury and his right femur had been fractured while he lay comatose.

My younger brother was already with him and called me to give me a feedback on the situation as I was not with them but in Lagos to collect fresh orders of the GLITZ magazine that I did weekend jobs with.

My mum called me and said, “Ojia, please head back to school right away to see what exactly is going on please,” and at this point, pandemonium was an understatement for what I truly felt.

Adrenaline pumped through my system like oxygenated blood. The ambulance had still not arrived and we had to move my brother to the teaching hospital in Ugbowo Benin. I literarily ran to Edegbe Line to get the last bus but they had closed, so was Eagle Line and Delta Line because it was a Sunday evening.

The ambulance never came and my younger brother, Irawo, had to get my elder brother Imole, to the teaching hospital with help from Wale Ojo, a final year computer science student of the institution who had a car.

Events changed as he got to UBTH and was placed on oxygen immediately with a collar round his neck, bandages round his forehead and right femur just as my mum saw in her dream.

Irawo spent the night with Imole as we spoke on the phone every 20 minutes talking about his vital signs and if he had woken up from the coma.

My parents on the other hand, were praying and also calling us for more news on his state.

The next morning, I got up from my bed, (oh, I didn’t get any sleep at all) after saying all the prayers I knew best with all my heart and went to Eagle line in Yaba with a colleague of mine called Vivian Gilbert (now Mrs Vivian Kenedy) and just as we were crossing the road, Irawo called me and said, “Ojia there’s no use, he is dead.”

I asked him gently in the calmest voice I could use. He repeated the same statement with him wailing for the first time in his life. I was in the middle of the road and I started wailing and screaming from my inside; cars just kept going left and right away from me as if they had just seen a mad black woman in rage.

Vivian dragged me off the road to the car-park as we boarded a 504 station wagon to Okada. The journey was the worst I had ever encountered. We sang worship songs to God as I also questioned how He could let this be. When we got to Okada, I went straight to see Irawo and held him with all my heart as we cried in each other’s arms as he was now my only brother….

Imole Seth Ajileye Adamolekun was born on April 18, 1983 and he died in God’s bosom on May 17, 2004 and was buried on May 18, 2004.

Please I use this opportunity to appeal to the government to please equip all hospitals with constant light, ambulances and good doctors.

If my brother was given some resuscitation, he would have survived.

If the ambulance functioned, he would have survived.

If there were no reckless drivers, he would have survived.

If there were airbags in the cab, he would have survived.

This could have been anyone’s son, brother, and friend.

-Tribute by Ojia Ademolekun
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