Shockwaves are reverberating across Yorùbáland and the global Yorùbá diaspora following the sudden death of the Baba Ọba (King’s Father) of the famed Oyotunji African Village in South Carolina, USA. The late Baba Ọba, Lukman Arohunfale, a revered socialite and traditionalist, passed away under circumstances already sparking fierce controversy. His death comes just days after he publicly accused the newly installed Alaafin of Oyo, His Imperial Majesty Oba Akeem Adéyẹmọ Owoade, of allegedly ordering his courtiers to beat him mercilessly during a recent courtesy visit to the Oyo palace in Nigeria. In a widely circulated voice recording, the deceased recounted how what was meant to be a simple homage turned violent. Although the Baba Ọba had reportedly battled ill health in the past year, growing insinuations suggest that the alleged physical assault may have aggravated his condition, ultimately leading to his untimely death. The palace in Oyo recently denied that s...
She will be laid to rest on Thursday 29th November 2018 shortly after her funeral service which will be held at the Harvesters International Christian Center.
In a glowing tribute to her, media personality Ayeni Adekunle wrote a touching poem about life and death...
Read below....
Life.It’s beautiful. Yet so damn ugly.It goes on forever. Yet it goes off. For ever.We live. We leave. Then we live and leave again.We know everyone. Yet we know no one.We live everyday, yet we live not.We go everywhere, yet we go nowhere.We have everything, yet we have not a thing.We see everything, yet we see not a thing.We know everything, yet we know not a thingLife.Full of everythingYet, full of not a single fucking thingWhy must I sleep for life if I must be awake to find the answers?Why keep me up when I’ll still end up sleeping for life?What’s life if it’s full of everything it’s not?Shall we give her a new name then?Death?Nah. Let’s call her life.For what is death but life?And in this matter of life and deathOne is certain. One is not. It’s up to us to decide which is what.Love you forever, my dear Tosyn Bucknor. Love you. For ever.
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