I have always known that one day I would end up fatherless but just never thought about it until it happened today. September 28, 2009 will be a day I will never forget, just like other important dates.
My father died.
Mustapha Adedapo Olowe was a dreamer. He could crank up ideas faster than you could digest them (I got that from him). He was hardworking and friendly (I got the hardworking part from him too). He was hardly ever sick. But then, like the way some economist said, on the long run we would all be dead.
So today was his own day. He’s left behind kids who will never forget him. And also grand kids, who would probably never stop hearing stories about him.
May his soul rest him peace.