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Yemi

I'm sure a lot of people remember you in a lot of ways,
But this is how I remember you;
I remember when we first met
I was a first timer at your church which has been my church till date
You welcomed me specially with a genuine smile and asked if I would come for Wednesday service, I said I wasn't sure.
I almost forgot about you until you called on Tuesday to remind me about the Wednesday service
I had to ask who it was I was speaking to, then you said "Yemi" so I remembered.
I was glad you called, that was when I decided I was going to keep coming because of you, just you.
I didn't plan to be friends because you had your own clique and I wasn't down for some girl drama and I don't regret it.
I just admired you from a distance, you weren't particularly beautiful or sexy but you had the most beautiful personality I've seen.
I never saw you frown, you never even kept a straight face, you were always cheerful
You had a great voice and you were a good dancer as well, sometimes, I wished I could sing or dance as much as you could.
I remember when we went to the beach for the youth picnic, your presence made a lot of difference, your joy radiated and infected me,you were very happy and had fun like you had no worries.
I wish I could say more but I didn't see much of you before you left, your death shook me, if tears were enough to bring back the dead, I'm sure I'd have brought you back.
Months after your demise, I found it hard to watch someone die in a movie, everything just kept bringing back my tears.
You'll be five years gone in the next three months and I still can't forget you, why did you have to go? Why do bad things happen to good people?
I miss you Yemi, church has been boring without you, nobody smiles at me like you do, your friends miss you, we all miss you.
I wish you could see this and know how much I miss you, maybe you might wanna come back, at least to say a proper goodbye with that genuine smile of yours but I guess I can only wish.

Words can't express all my heart has to say, I miss You.

RIP Opeyemi Adetutu.


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