AIT Presenter Aisha Falode’s Only Child Killed By Arab Man In Dubai
March 6, 2014 – AIT Broadcaster Aisha Falode Loses Only Child; Read Her Emotional Tribute To Late Son
AIT Broadcaster Aisha Falode’s Only Son Killed By Arab Man In Dubai
The only child of Mrs Aisha Falode, a sport broadcaster at the African Independent Television(AIT) has died.
Oloruntoba Oluwadamilola Falode popularly called Fray Falode passed away on Saturday the 15th of February after an Arab man allegedly pushed him off a 17-Storey building.
Initial report stated that he died in a car crash but family sources have revealed the exact cause of his death.
The 19-year-old boy was a student at the University of Dubai and a budding rapper before his untimely death.
Meanwhile, his mother, Aisha has written an emotional poem titled “You’re Me, I’m You” for his burial.
The tribute reads:
I held you in my arms and my heart burst into a million pieces of joy. It was an indescribable moment. You were adorable as I touched every bit of you. Giddy with joy, I counted your toes, your fingers, tiny and wriggly; a tough bundle of joy.
Your innocent gaze upon my face, those two adorable eyes, wide and searching as only a child’s would. All the gems in Arabia would fade into insignificance at the emergence of your presence. My son had come into the world, whole and complete you were.
I had looked forward to having my own son. I carried you with pride and honour in my womb for 9 good months. Knowing that you will eventually be born made the discomforts of 9 months seem like chewing a candy bar. Here at last you were.
As you grew up into a most interesting young star, you were my joy. In all of my trying moments, knowing that you trusted me and believed in me spurred me through even the roughest terrain. Your childhood was joyful. Your sister and you were my life. You still are my life. Nothing can erase your memory, not a thousand winds or a million rainfalls can replace those memories, not even a fearsome volcano can wipe you from me.
You are me, I am you.
I am devastated, I am pained, I am inconsolable, I am a mother shattered. Who can console me but God? He knows best and did they not say those HE loves HE calls home early?
My Son, the curtain fell too early for you, for us. I am in the audience; I cannot jump on the stage where you are. Even if I could, the curtain is drawn already. I cannot reach you. I am tempted to say, why me, but why not me? God loves us. HE took you my bundle of joy, even now I lean on HIM. I can see you, stretching out those strong arms, I see you trying to console me, I see you saying:
“Mum, it was meant to be, it is not your fault”, I see you. I see you everywhere.
Together, we walked for 19yrs, you brought me joy. You excelled in your academics, you made me a proud mother as you grew into a handsome, responsible, caring, humane, disciplined man. I will forever remember you my son. Those fun times, the times you held me when I was down, like the man of the house, which you became so early in life…I am consoled because I know for sure that you are in the bosom of the LORD.
I know for sure that we will meet again. You have not died, you are only asleep. This thought will keep me going until I behold your delightful presence again. I know you are here for I am you and you are me.
We feel your pain Aisha… Take heart God will console you.
May his soul rest in perfect peace.