On wednesday afternoon, 10th january 2007, while at waterparks where he had gone for a meeting, my Kayode had an asthma attack and didn't survive it. He died at the hospital. Some attribute the attack on the whether, but Kayode has survived 42 years of harmattan, why this year 2007? Was he not with his inhaler? That's most unlikely because I know he goes around with his inhaler. Could it be that the people around him could have saved his life if they had known how to administer first aid to an asthma patient? Or was it just Kayode's time to go? What happens to his four adorable girls? What happens to his young beautiful wife? How will they cope without their bread winner? Why is life so unfair?
I remembered the last time I saw Kayode, it was dec 3rd 2006 at Zakky Adzay's album launch. We sat on the same table and chatted non-stop for hours until we left the venue at 9pm. I remember we walked together to his car, he hugged me and promised to see me soon. I didn't know that would be our last meeting. If I'd known, I would have held on to him a little longer or maybe I never would have let him go. The last time I spoke to him was 8th january 2006, two days before he died, when I called to tell him about a programme I was working on. He promised to call me before the week ran out, but he didn't fulfil that promise. Death wouldnt let him.
Kayode I've cried for you, maybe more than anybody else who knew you.I'll always cry for you. My heart bleeds, and I feel an emptiness inside now. I feel lonely without you. You were not only my publicist and friend, you were also my confidant. I told you everything I wanted somebody else to know and you were always there to give me advise. You shaped my life Kayode, and I'll miss you tremendously. Adieu my friend. May the angels take care of you. May God keep you in his bossom. May your beautiful soul rest in perfect peace. Amen.
I'll always love you.