Loss Of Davido’s Son, One Death Too Many By Femi Oyewale

“Sadly enough, the most painful goodbyes are the ones that are left unsaid and never explained.”

― Jonathan Harnisch, Freak

Sadly, Life is the only thing which can never be replaced when lost. Arguably, this is not the best of times for one of the biggest acts in the world, David Adedeji Adeleke widely known as Davido. The death of his beloved son, Ifeanyi is one death too many.

It’s only a devil incarnate who will not love Davido for who he is and his mastercraft. His humility is second to none compare to many spoilt brats who were from a wealthy background, his kindness is so genuine that it has earned him several loyalists who are ready to kill or die for him. Also, His passion for the art despite his influential family background is a testimony that the future holds out for those who believes in the beauty of their dreams. For instance, only recently, Davido’s love for humanity and the less privileged resonated round the world when he donated several millions, which was a contribution from his friends and fans, to ophanage homes across Nigeria. His care for children, the poor and handicaps is legendary, to say the least.

Truth be told, Davido is a dogged fighter who has bulldozed his way through several obstacles and has come out stronger… he needs the prayers and love of both family, friends and even enemies at this excruciating moment of his life. Like the yoruba will say, ‘Eni Ija Ode Ba, Lo n pe ara re L’Okunrin ( Only the man who has not encountered a terrifying misfortune calls himself a man)

It would be recalled that Davido has lost close to six close friends or allies over the years among which are, DJ Olu, Chime Ameachi, Tago Umeike, Ahmed( King Jhaffi), Titanium Olamilekan Ogbeide and Habeeb Uthman knelns as Obama DMW. No one can comfort him enough, only God can empathise with Davido and Chioma at this trying period.

“He Is Not Dead

I cannot say, and I will not say

That he is dead. He is just away.

With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand,

He has wandered into an unknown land

And left us dreaming how very fair

It needs must be, since he lingers there.

And you—oh you, who the wildest yearn

For an old-time step, and the glad return,

Think of him faring on, as dear

In the love of There as the love of Here.

Think of him still as the same. I say,

He is not dead—he is just away.

“I find,’ he says, his voice still muffled, ‘that I am constantly wondering where he is. Where he has gone. It is like a wheel ceaselessly turning at the back of my mind. Whatever I am doing, wherever I am, I am thinking: Where is he, where is he? He can’t have just vanished. He must be somewhere. All I have to do is find him. I look for him everywhere, in every street, in every crowd, in every audience. That’s what I am doing, when I look out at them all: I try to find him, or a version of him.”

― Maggie O’Farrell, Hamnet