Chief Superintendent Officer {CSI} {NIS} Nigeria Immigration Service. Daniel Funso {DF} Olowoyeye died 5 years ago and this is an account of his last minutes in the ER
I call myself Funso Junior cause he was my hero , my mentor, my father, my friend, my talk mate, my counselor and every other thing. I can simply say he was my world until he parted to the realms of the spirit. He came home as usual to be with his family from his work station not having a clue he wouldn’t get to return ever again.
Mother wasn’t home so I became the temporary wife in the kitchen. This gave us more time to talk about life as we never had before as we were together 5 days before Mom came back. On the 7th day of his arrival, something terrible happened I can’t help but shed tears right at this point
He was out with friends and when evening set in, he was back home due to angry calls from Mom that his favorite meal of pounded is ready. He came back home healthy and ate up everything in disappointment to me cause I was actually waiting for the last bit even though I wasn’t the youngest in the house at that moment but I just wanna share with him cause I was his favorite.
Prayer followed the meal as a good Christian that he was and some ancestral stories was a regular tradition at night. Time for bed he called out and I personally was reluctant but he had spoken. Thirty minutes in bed and my mom called out, rushing to their room I saw him mumbling and calling out for some meds, he vomited shortly afterwards and slept { actually went into Coma}. And so the Mystery of his death began
Five days in the ER and he didn’t get better nor open his eyes. I was there the evening of the 5th day and something happened. I went near his bed and talked to him, telljng him to come back to me and I held his hand. I saw tears rolled down to his ears as he was laying face up and held my hand so tight I could feel he was trying to hold on to me and never let go. I was happy he did that as he hasn’t done anything of such during his stay in the ER so I thought he was getting better.
He held on and we both shed tears until I have to go cause it was late and I have a 45mins drive to the house. I left the Hospital with so much joy cause I felt he was getting better but tragically, I was called around 2am by my half sister and Mom to give the news of his passing away. I was shocked and devastated and I immediately figured out he was only saying his goodbye holding me for so long.
I MISS YOU DAD, I WILL FOREVER MISS YOU
Dedicated to