Pius, thank you for the mutual respect we had for each other. Thank you for the times. Thank you for the light. You know I loved and coveted you so much I wished you were my blood. Then we truly became blood because you were simply an incredible human being. Thank God for the gift you were. Thank God for the light you gave unto others. Thank God that my generation saw you.
I have struggled with so many things in life but none has been so humbling and saddening as having to write a tribute to you.
I am still at a loss for words to describe the grief and pain I felt when I saw the news of your death.
I have never met you but I kept on dreaming of a day I'd gladly do so to tell you how big of an influence/mentor you are (were) to me. The first time I came across your post on Facebook was like finding a rare jewel. I was so happy when you joined twitter I quickly followed you and would always tell people about you. Little wonder most of my friends called to commiserate with me when you died. It was like loosing my favourite Uncle all over again.
Prof, you stood tall amongst your peers. Your witty, honest and sarcastic ways of addressing the never ending Nigeria's problems is remarkable and it's what endeared you to me. Will we ever get someone like you in Nigeria again?
I learnt so much from you! I cried so much more knowing we have lost a rare gem. A mentor to many, a friend to others, a teacher, a father toTishe, a husband and a son.
You were a light that shone so brightly that it illuminates on everyone that ever came in contact with you. Too bad this great light of ours has been snuffed out.
Rest on now Prof. You have fought the good fight. You have finished the race.
I pray God console us all especially your beloved family.
I never met you but have been a silent follower for very long. Yours was a life I did not dare to dream. You were so ethereal that I marvelled that one person could be so much yet so down to earth. My respect for you was and is still so great that I ask, 'how could.. ?'
May your legacies never die. May your life continue to be a referral to describe greatness.
So long, Mr Pius, so long
Professor Pius Adesanmi was an intellectual that lived and led a great life(brief but impactful) with the use of maverick intellection.
I was in utter disbelief when I recieved the news of Prof Pius Adesanmipassing last night.
I debunked it. Rebuked it and rejected it. Somewhere in me, I prayed it was fake news.
I left my phone in my daughters' room and went to bed, hoping that the news would be clearer by the morning.
My daughters brought the phone to my room very early this morning. With a very deep sigh that startled my wife, I reluctantly checked social media with a faint hope that Prof would have posted something online.
But what I saw shook me and I broke down to tears. As I shared some of the posts I saw, I slowly walked to my rest room to grab toilet roll and wipe my tears.
The last time I was this pained was June 2009, when I recieved the news of the loss of my elder brother. I was distraught. My wife just looked at me in wonder.
I tried to explain it to her, but the more I tried the more painful it felt. To manage my pain, I logged out of all my social media accounts.
I never met him physically. I cannot even remember engaging him directly on social media. But I read him, visit his profile and look out for his take on issues. He was for me, a chalice of refreshing, a source of encouragement, a beacon of hope and a virtual mentor. I had once dreamed of Prof as INEC chairman.
I feel pained. I feel sad. My mouth has been bitter.
Death is a tough nut. Hard to crack. But much harder when it happens at noon day. It is hardest when one death multiplies into many losses:
A lady has lost her Father and her guide
Another, her lover, friend and companion
Yet another, a son, a pride and an evening time shelter.
Then, there are many mentees who are rendered mentor-less
And there are still others like me.
Who can accurately quantify these losses?
Prof's keypad condensed the sensing to his last Facebook post. Yet another reminder that life is fickle and too short. One moment you are here, the next you are not.
Sleep well and rest on Prof. This is hard. Very hard. This is a good night coming in the midday sun. May God be with your ladies, who will have to live without your light and your smile.
It is hard to accept the death of a loved one, especially when one didn’t have the chance to say goodbye, more so when the deceased was taken so suddenly and so shockingly at the prime of life and most especially when it seems like an irreplaceable part of one’s life is gone. Prof Pius, since you transited to glory, my concern and prayer has been toward your immediate family, especially your wife because:
I know what it means to rip one's heart open and yet still stays alive.
I know what it means for one's heart to bleed profusely daily for weeks/months and yet still living.
I know what it means to be forsaken by friends/brethren/families during extremely critical and precarious period and yet still survived.
I know what it means to be emotionally brutalized and traumatized.
I know what it means to be emotionally and psychologically tortured by death of loved one and yet still survived.
To you, Prof’s wife, may God comfort you on every side because the best we can do as human is to sympathize. By the special grace of Almighty God, you will survive this period. May the children left behind be greater than their dad in life for good.
Prof, you came, you saw and you conquered.
Life is made of brevity
Briefest years and weeks and days
Hours and minutes cross our ways
Once we greet them, then they flee
Gone for all eternity
Life is made of brevity
Visiting pius Adesanmi wall keeps me thinking how a man can be so intelligent. Pius a teacher i never met and doesnot know me, and i have learnt wonderfully . Rest peace for your memory is etched in gold in our hearts.
Now I found closure.
Dear Prof. Pius, I got to know you at death, deeply moved by people’s testimony of your life, I researched some of your work and was touched by the exemplary life you lived. You offered yourself to serve humanity; you died “empty” - you were indeed “poured out.” I join others to celebrate your life. Though painful that one of our bests is taken too soon, it wasn’t the years in your life, but the life in your years; thanks for making it count. Sleep on, sleep well, beloved! May Yahweh comfort the family you left behind and give them the courage and strength to move on at this time of grief - knowing that your memory lives on through them, in Jesus’ name (Amen). Sun're o akikanju!
Dear Prof. Pius, I got to know you at death, deeply moved by people’s testimony of your life, I researched some of your work and was touched by the exemplary life you lived. You offered yourself to serve humanity; you died “empty” - you were indeed “poured out.” I join others to celebrate your life. Though painful that one of our bests is taken too soon, it wasn’t the life in your years, but the years in your life; thanks for making it count. Sleep on, sleep well, beloved! May Yahweh comfort the family you left behind and give them the courage and strength to move on at this time of grief - knowing that your memory lives on through them, in Jesus’ name (Amen). Sun're o akikanju!
It's unfortunate you have to go now, continue sleeping great man.
Nigeria lost one of its best..