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Deathless Soul

You were the finest of our generation in the battle of African freedom....RIP

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The Mentor from Afar

I didn't know you personally. We never met. But, you mentored me from afar. You touched my life in a great way. I looked up to you. You were someone I wanted to become when I grow up. I know I may never be half the man you were, but your thoughts cleverly written will ever continue to be my compass as I live. I wouldn't cry because I have that. 

 

Rest in the bossom of your Creator. Your memories lives on.

 

Adieu Baba!

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The Mentor from Afar

I didn't know you personally. We never met. But, you mentored me from afar. You touched my life in a great way. I looked up to you. You were someone I wanted to become when I grow up. I know I may never be half the man you were, but your thoughts cleverly written will never continue to be my compass as I live. I wouldn't cry because I have that. 

 

Rest in the bossom of your Creator. Your memories lives on.

 

Adieu Baba!

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Travel On Dear Prof

It was such an honour to have known Prof. Pius Adesanmi. I am heartbroken. My deepest condolences go out to little Tise, his wife, mother and the rest of his family. 

It has really being difficult coming to terms with the news that Prof is no longer with us. I must have stumbled on something Prof wrote back in 2010 and since then I became a follower and an avid reader of his columns. I contacted him in 2011 while I was writing my undergrad thesis on civics, social media and political participation in Nigeria. I was half-expecting he would be too busy to respond to my email. Prof replied and was very eager to have a conversation about my thesis. I was struck by his brilliance, his joviality, his warmth and charisma.

In 2013, I had the privilege of meeting Prof in person for the first time at the maiden Ake Fest in Abeokuta. Subsequently, we would meet again in the summer of 2015, in Ilorin during his trip for the Abiola Irele seminars at KWASU. At every meeting Prof would keenly listen to my aspirations and fan them with encouragement. His belief in my potential kept me on my toes.

Prof made it a duty to check up on my academic progress and persistently encouraged me to pursue a doctoral degree. I got acceptance letters this week and that joy is punctuated with the sad realization that Prof will not be there in my journey into academia. Prof had a big heart and a fondness for us millennials. There was so much room there to mentor people...strangers turned mentees that he pulled out of the ‘maw and sass of Cyberia’. Without being asked, he guided. He was generous with his time and would gladly let in all who wanted to sip from his fountain of knowledge.

Thank you for all that you gave. Travel on Dear Prof…

 

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A great icon has departed


Tears! A great icon has departed. What an exit from this sinful world! Rest on Prof. Pius.

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A literary legend has gone to rest

I only know you via your cerebral write up on social media platforms and we became friend. You are a gift to us as a nation and this generation. You are an angel delivering God's message through literature. 

Adieu Prof. We love you but God loves you most.

Arinoko tun d'oju Ala.

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A literary legend has gone to rest

I only know you via your cerebral write up on social media platforms and we became friend. You are a gift to us as a nation and this generation. You are an angel delivering God's message through literature. 

Adieu Prof. We love you but God loves you most.

Arinoko tun d'oju Ala.

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Sunset At Noon: The Life and Time of Pius

The scythe that cut the vain of life of the might heroes and heroine, has once again cut short, the life of a literary giant at the untimely hour, at the zenith of the midday sun. The tragedy news of the demise of erudite scholar of literature and Africa studies, Pius Adesanmi, was the news no one wanted to hear. It was tragic as it was saddening. When the news hit the airwaves that Pius Adesanmi, Canada-based Nigerian professor and columnist, was on the Ethiopian Airlines plane that crashed in the early hours of Sunday, every literature enthusiasts wept with Mama Adesanmi, His wife and Tise. The only questions in my mind begging for an answer was how would his wife break such tragic new to his daughter Tise. Pius Adesanmi was a child of promise, and had it been he was alive, he has already being identify by literary enthusiasts as likely succesor to fit in the big Shoe of Professor Wole Soyinka, when the former joins his ancestors, owing to his literary prose but unfortunately Pius sun set at noon. Pius Adesanmi was a son any parent would be proud of! A son to be proud of with classified sense of mission.He came, he saw and conquered mediocrity through power of pen. His mates and teachers at Titcombe college,egbe, kogi state,where he was once a pupil. What monument colossal loss to Yoruba nation! I was moved by the narration, wiping my tears while reading his tribute flying from all around the world. Several days after his death, his demise was being recounted with a lot of sympathy, not only for his family, his tribe butfrom all around the world. Professor Pius Adesanmi, no doubt, is a king of satire, literary giant, activist and promoter of Yoruba race. For many years,through his op-ed intervention via his various social media handles, his weekly column in tribune, sahara reporter and premium time, he has kept on reminding us the absurdity in the Nigeria social political space and campaign vigorously against acceptance of mediocrity as way of life. His writing were often focused on 21st century approach to leadership and how to run an inclusive,merit and egaliterian society. No doubt, Prof Pius Adebola Adesanmi has lived a fulfilled life and touched many life. I am truly heartbroken, that such personality is no more however, I am consoled to have come to this world at a time when Pius Adesanmi was alive and Pius Adesanmi will live forever in the hearts and minds of present and future generations of literature enthusiasts through his great works which brought him enduring international fame and countless honours. My deepest condolences to his nuclear family ( His wife and Daughter, Tise), his extended family (Mama Adesanmi) and his inner circle of friend, especially Mrs Bamidele -Olateju Ademola, may God Almighty grant you all the fortitude to bear this irreplaceable loss Rest in peace boda Adebola omo baba Adesanmi.

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Death is inevitable

You live not to die in our heart. Mr death took you away unaware if not, still you inspired, impacted and influenced your generation, you for do more and more. Notwitstanding If We Are Going To Live Again, We'll Have To Be Changed.

But God had a way to bring us back into right fellowship with Him. And that way was through the sacrifice that Jesus made on Calvary. Because he came to save us and change us from what we were to what he wanted us to be. And this is what salvation is all about.

  • This is God's design for our lives, that we live a life that is pleasing to God.
  1. not a life of comfort and ease.
  2. but rather a life that is yielded to the standards of God.
  3. and this is why God allows us the priviliges of life.
  4. not that we will have the time to make millions, but that we will have opportunity to get right with God.
  • And now the focus is on having fun, but not living holy.
  1. and so many are taking their lives for granted, as if the only reason that God allows them everyday is to play and do what they want to do.
  2. but God desires that none should perish, but that all will come to repentance.
  3. still there are those who want to live life their way.
  4. they don't want to live for the Lord.

Salvation Is A Life. And If You Don't Live Holy You Can't Die Holy!

Salvation is more than what you say, it's how you live. And everybody saying that they are saved is not saved. How do I know? Because if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature. Old things are passed away and behold all things are become new.

  • And I've come to declare that God wants all of you.....your head, your feet, and everything in the middle!
  1. because the truth is that if you don't live right, you won't die right.
  2. and I don't care what nobody says, there is a difference between the way the righteous die and the way sinners die.
  3. sinners go out of here cussing and fighting, trying to stay here.
  4. but the Children of God die with dignity and character.
  5. because they know that To be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord.
  6. they know that If this earthly house of this tabernacle were dissoved, that we have an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.

 So Paul comforts the Thessalonians by telling them that We which are alive and remain until the coming of the Lord shall not prevent them which are asleep. For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first. Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.

  1. did you hear what he said?
  2. He made us a promise that if we live right, that the Lord Himself shall descend from heaven.
  3. after all your tears, all of your pain, all of your heartaches, the Lord is coming for you himself.

Prof. Pius Adesanmi has done all he could do in this world he is sleeping in the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ. We shall see not to depart again. Sun re o 

  

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Farewell Prof

I lost my dad in 2013. I started following Prof Pius’ write-ups about 2years afterwards and he became an adopted virtual father figure for me even though i have never met him and he has no idea who i was or if i existed. That he has walked the places i walked, schooled where i schooled only endeared him to me even more.

I remember the ecstacy i had when in one of his writings he made mention of passing by Durbar police station in Oyo town on his way to his annual lectures at KWASU, Ilorin. The mere thought Prof passed close to my abode literarily made me run to the streets hoping to catch a glimpse of a KWASU-labelled bus and wave at Prof. I also remember the anguish and astonishment i had when i learnt about Prof’s road accident on the Ogbomoso-Ilorin road. I remember the sadness that overcame me when i read about his ordeal at the General hospital in Oyo with no doctor to attend to him. I felt helpless; like the universe conspired against me from seeing this genius. The two times he made mention of Oyo in his write-ups, i was at Oyo then...why didn’t the universe direct my legs to General hospital THAT day? Afterall, i am a doctor too...hmmmm.

I never met you, Prof, in life but i mourn you like i would a father. You were that to me and more - a moral compass and life’s manual. You were the perfect human being and one of Nigeria’s heroes we sing about in our national anthem.

Your spirit lives on in your writings and in each one of us.

Rest in Peace Prof; I love and adore you sir.