It’s been five long years you left this sinful world my dear friend. These pictures bring some good memories flooding back.
I remember how you would call me òrenté or òrèbé (because of my small stature) and laugh out loud because you know I didn’t like you calling me that...
I remember how we spoke about a day before your death because we shared the same supervisor and you asked if I wanted to go and see her to conclude on our final year project and I said no...
I remember these memories (and more) very fondly.
You are greatly missed Bíbílarí Àyìnlá Òtáìbáyòmí-Olórun-ni-kò-jé, omo Elébuìbon. Rest easy my nigga 🥺🥺🥺
