If breath was the currency of life and its legal tender…then, Yinka spent his breath on causes.
The medics said his oxygen level was running low but my husband was reaching out for his tab to type out his column…
He was never frugal in spending that oxygen on his Yoruba earth – his beloved and his Nigeria – his truly beloved
My memories are rousing through chains of pain. A sea surge of romance sprouted in Gen. Sani Abacha’s detention.
My husband was not a criminal, neither was I. Our “crime” was standing strong for others as we always have been. We will return to the dingy detention cell in our reminiscences later!
Who meets and marries from detention at Alagbon? Only Yinka would ask! And only I would say YES!
We were introduced to each other by the most qualified, the most preeminent, and the most decorated of inmates – Chief Gani Fawehinmi (SAM, SAN).
Chief said: “Yinka, she’s a man!”. Yinka married both the man & the woman in me!
It was our truest solemnization of activist matrimony by a revered High Priest of the struggle…with the trench as our altar and the good of our people as our ultimate goal.
Yinka, it cannot be goodbye, It is goodnight, and sees you later on the other side with God.
I will bask with reckless abandon in the shadow of your cast…
Since no one is permitted in the Critical Care Unit, we had committed you to the care of the best-qualified medics at LASUTH and the hand of God hoping to see you the next morning.
The medics said they could not fathom how to immediately relay the message of your passage to me directly.
Now that I am in possession of your death certificate, I can see you passed at exactly 10.40 pm on Good Friday (April 2nd, 2021) and not in the morning of Saturday, April 3rd, 2021) as initially communicated.
