A Celebration of Life (pg. 1)

Meditations (pg. 2)

It is with great sadness that we mourn the transition
of Baba Baale Olamina Oyewole ,
father of Iyalosa Osun Tinibu. 
Please give generously in support of the Oyewole-Akinsegun family.  
Time is of the essence.  Ese gan.

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Photo Montage (pg. 3)

His Life's Journey (pg. 4)

When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder,  
lions hunker down in tall grasses,  and even elephants  lumber after safety.

When great trees fall in forests,  small things recoil into silence, 
their senses eroded beyond fear.

When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile.
 We breathe, briefly.  Our eyes, briefly,  see with  a hurtful clarity.
 Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind words
 unsaid, promised walks never taken.

Great souls die and our reality, bound to them, takes leave of us.
 Our souls, dependent upon their nurture, now shrink, wizened.
 Our minds, formed and informed by their radiance, fall away.
 We are not so much maddened as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
 of dark, cold caves.

And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always
 irregularly.  Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration.
 Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us...
 They existed. They existed.
 We can be.  Be and be better.
 
 For they existed.

 ~ Maya Angelou

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