The Incompetence of the Aviation Industry & Fire Dept Deprived Us of A Rare Gem

On Saturday the 10th of December 2005, I was laying on my bed in my room when I heard the news that there had been yet another plane crash in Nigeria (the second in less than 7 weeks). I sat bolt upright wondering what the cause of the crash might be and concluding (maybe unreasonably or otherwise) that in all probability it was likely the result of the incompetence and negligence that generally pervades most things to do with Nigeria. At that moment, my thoughts went out to the families of the victims and I hoped that the victims did not suffer in the crash before they died. I did not feel that I knew anyone on the ill-fated flight.

The next day (which was Sunday the 11th of December 2005), I went to work for some overtime and when I got in, two of my work mates who are Nigerian walked up to my work-station and they started to talk about the crash. It was at this time that one of them told me that Pastor Bimbo Odukoya had been on the plane that had crashed. Upon hearing my shocked exclamation, she was quick to reassure me that she had been “reliably” informed that Pastor Bimbo was one of the seven people who had survived the crash. I asked her time and again about Pastor Bimbo’s safety and she reiterated that all was well with Pastor Bimbo. I made a mental note to give Pastor Bimbo a call the next day (thinking that she’d probably be bombarded with calls from well-wishers that Sunday) at the same time thanking God that she was alright and for giving me the opportunity to re-establish contact with her (in the past I had put off calling her)

At almost 3.00pm, my workmate came back to me looking quite flustered and said she was leaving for home. However, before she left, she dropped what happened to be a bombshell to me. She told me that Pastor Bimbo had actually lost her life in the crash. Time stood still. I gawped at her and did not particularly realise when she left. Somewhere in the distance, I could hear another of my workmates calling my name softly it seemed, then with some urgency (he realised that I must have gotten some shattering news). However, my mind was not there. Sitting at my work-station, I had begun a mental journey that spanned over 5years. I sat there thinking of the first time I had the privilege to meet Bimbo Odukoya (Associate Pastor of The Fountain of Life Church):

DATELINE: May 2000 (and thereafter)

VENUE: The Nigerian Law School, Bwari, Abuja. Nigeria

SEQUENCE OF EVENTS:
I was a student at the Nigerian Law School in Abuja studying to become a solicitor and advocate of the Supreme Court of Nigeria, and the Christian
Lawyers Fellowship of Nigeria (CLASFON) had organised a two-day programme with Pastor Bimbo Odukoya ministering. In the past, I had seen snippets of her programme ‘Single and Married’ on TV. However, it wasn’t my cup of tea as I had been of the opinion that people who attended the fellowship were either people who had relationship problems or those who were looking for husbands/wives.

I was persuaded by some of my old school mates to attend the event and I attended the first day of the ministering with a couple of my close mates. I was practically blown away by Pastor Bimbo. Contrary to what I had thought, the preaching was not dominated by what I had feared would be the “get yourself a good partner” message, but dealt with a wide gamut of issues ranging from the mundane to the sublime. Her message struck a chord in me. To say that I was impressed won’t even begin to cut the mark. Wild horses were not going to keep me away from the second day’s ministering which was to take place in the evening.

In the afternoon of the following day, Pastor Bimbo was doing a one-on-one counselling session alongside some people who came down with her (prior to her evening ministering). One of the organisers (Opeyemi) asked if I’d like to see her and since I had enjoyed the previous day’s programme, I was up for it.

[At this point, I must say that prior to my encounter with Pastor Bimbo, I had been one of those Christians who are content to sit on the fence. I was not a practising Christian. I seldom went to church as I did not want to be affiliated to any church. In fact I guarded my ‘spiritual independence’ very jealously. I was basically one of those Christians who was a Christian simply because I was born one and for no other significant reason. I held some extremely cynical views regarding Christian life in Nigeria, especially the direction churches in Nigeria were being run and I was quite vocal about my cynicism].

I was led into the room where the one-on-one sessions were being held and Opeyemi introduced me to Pastor Bimbo and told her that I held some radical views on Christianity. From the onset, Pastor Bimbo was very friendly and down-to-earth. She asked to hear about the views I held and wanted to know the rationale for those views. I walked her through my arguments and she was equally free with her opinions. She did not try to force her religious views on me. On the surface, her approach seemed laid back, but she was passionate and was extremely persuasive in her arguments too. She was enthusiastic about working for the Lord and I was quite intrigued. We talked for ages like old friends and the time just whizzed past (what should have been a 10 – 15 minute session ended up lasting well over an hour. We had to round up the session because she needed to get back into town to freshen up and prepare for the evening’s ministering). Whilst we chatted, there was a paradigm shift on some of the views I had hitherto held. At the end of the session, she gave me her card and invited me to attend her church in Lagos (Fountain of Life) to see if I liked it and said that if I did, I was welcome to become a member of the Fountain family. Just before I left, she asked by which name she should call me. I said she could call me ‘Ayo Morocco’ or simply ‘Morocco’ like my friends did. She preferred to call me Morocco and that was that.

Later that evening, I went for the programme and after the Praise and Worship session, we prayed and then Pastor Bimbo took over. She thanked us for having her and went on to say that she had made some new friends. I was taken aback when she asked “Is Morocco here tonight?” and my friends whooped. I stood up and raised my hand at the same time and she said to everyone “I had a very interesting time talking to Morocco this afternoon and I believe that we would remain friends.” She went on to minister for the rest of the evening and again I was impressed by the way she preached, particularly about her interest in the issues which were important to the younger generation, spinsters, bachelors (and even those already married). We closed the programme with a prayer and Pastor Bimbo left with her entourage.

After that programme, I became a member of CLASFON and in the subsequent months, completed my studies at the Law School.

I returned to Lagos in the middle of July 2000. On my first Sunday back, I decided to try out The Fountain of Life Church. I arrived there a little late for the second service and had to sit in the ‘overflow’ section. I enjoyed the service and made a mental note to come earlier next time so that I could see the Pastor on the pulpit (not just hear him) as well as the choir when they were singing.

After the service, I made some enquiries as to where I could see Pastor Bimbo and was directed to her office, which was located upstairs at the back of the church. Upon reaching the top landing, there were lots of people waiting to see both Pastors Bimbo and Taiwo. There were also some ushers trying to manage the throng of people as well as create a path for the Pastors to come through. I was standing in a corner somewhere towards the back half of the crowd when Pastor Bimbo came upstairs. She stopped to exchange pleasantries with people along the way her face scanning the crowd as she moved along. Her gaze fell on me for a split second and moved on. Then she did a double-take and literarily let out a cry saying “Morocco, you came”, and then turning to the people who had come upstairs with her, she went on, “You people should come and meet my friend Morocco.” I was delighted that she remembered me and gobsmacked at her reaction. She told them to let me through to her office.

Thus began my relationship with Pastor Bimbo in which she was my Pastor and Mentor. Despite her heavy schedule, she made herself easily accessible giving me her different phone numbers. Anytime I needed help and guidance, she was there providing me with words of wisdom, tapes, books and other materials for my spiritual edification and growth. She also introduced me to Mrs. Lara Akomolafe and said if I had any problems and she was not available, Mrs. Akomolafe would help me. Despite this, she still provided me with a listening ear and gave me invaluable advice on various issues I sought her opinion on.

A couple of years passed in this way and in 2002, while helping her to do some editing work, I told her that I intended to go to the UK for my Masters studies but couldn’t do so without getting a scholarship. She prayed with me and for me regarding the scholarship and told me to rest easy as she knew I’d get one. I was awarded not one but two scholarships and left the country in the autumn to undertake my Masters education. Initially, I kept in touch with Pastor Bimbo by calling her. But after a while, I let things slide. Then a friend of mine and someone else from the church got in touch with me and told me that she was trying to get in touch with me. I resumed contact, but once again, I lost touch. I subsequently tried to call her, but when I could not get through, I resolved to e-mail Lara Akomolafe to get her new number. I never got around to doing this as I kept putting it off till the next day (“I’ll do it tomorrow”, I said to myself day after day).


BACK TO SUNDAY THE 11TH OF DECEMBER 2005:
The news of the death of Pastor Bimbo left me shattered and quite confused. I have since experienced a plethora of emotions ranging from an immense sense of loss to anger (at myself) for putting off time and again what I could have easily done. Avoid putting off till tomorrow what you can do today as procrastination is the thief of time. Moreover, one never knows when one will run out of tomorrows.
I am filled with regret that I never actually got to let her know how much impact she had on my life and how much spiritual growth I achieved due to her gentle, kind and considerate nurturing.  I never really got to tell her how much I loved and admired her as well as let her know how I appreciated her making the time to be there for me (despite her busy schedule) when I needed her.

No matter how much loss I may feel, I know that this can only be but a minute fraction of the pain being felt by her family. My heart goes out to Pastor Bimbo’s husband, children, parents and siblings who are obviously devastated by their loss. I pray the Lord would provide them succour in their time of need.

I draw consolation from knowing that hers was a life well spent. I have over the years heard the phrase “With gratitude to God for a life well spent” used in different eulogies and in the past, I used to wonder what a life well spent was. I can unequivocally say that Pastor Bimbo’s life was indeed a life that was well (excellently) spent. For I can think of no better way to spend your life than to dedicate it to the service of the Lord and of mankind. Pastor Bimbo was a person who was easily recognisable on sight to millions of people due to her unique work. In her short but relevant life, she touched numerous lives and gallantly fought to win souls for Christ. She was a beautiful person, both inside and out. She died while she was in ACTIVE SERVICE of the Master and this, in my opinion was a good way to go (the fact that she died as a result of a plane crash should not derogate from the important fact that she was called to glory while she in the process of carrying out duties for the Lord).

I remember one of the early conversations I had with Pastor Bimbo when I had questioned the existence of heaven and hell. I had said to her that no one really knew for certain if there really is God or a heaven and/or a hell as no one had come back from either place to tell us about their existence. My argument was that Christianity (and many other religions in general) had to rely deeply on faith and that faith is only necessary where there are questions unanswered not where everything is proven, since that would be a knowledge of the existence of certain facts. I recall saying to her that I would hate to die only to discover that there is no heaven as I may have missed out on the “good” life in my quest to make it to heaven.

I shall never forget what her response was. She said “Morocco, though I am definitely confident that God exists, let us assume for the sake of this argument that there is neither God nor heaven and hell. If that was the case, I will not choose to live my life any differently. I surely would not let any man disrespect me by having sex outside marriage nor will I want to do anything evil to hurt another human being. It does not take anything away from me to be my brother’s keeper. I like the life I am living and if in the end, it turns out that there is no God, I won’t have lost anything, as going by any standard, I would have lived a good life. However, if on the other hand, you are wrong and I am right, as I know I am, do you want to take the chance of going to hell? As far as I am concerned, that isn’t an option. There is nothing so good as to see people turn away from their worldly ways and give their lives to Christ. I am happy that God has chosen to use me for this purpose.”

During her brief sojourn on earth, Pastor Bimbo walked amongst giants and she stood heads and shoulders taller than them all. She was an exemplary role model whose footsteps are firmly and indelibly imprinted in the sands of time. Her legacy lives on in the lives of the millions she touched.

Despite feeling a sense of loss, I give great thanks to God for her life and for making her pass through this earth (in my generation) albeit for a brief while. I give greater praise that I had the privilege of knowing her and of being touched by her.

Pastor Bimbo, you have lived a good life and run a good race. While on this earth, you gave a good account of yourself. Thank you for being so kind and wonderful. I know that you are resting in the bosom of the Father. I shall never forget you.

WITH GRATITUDE TO GOD FOR A LIFE WELL SPENT, I PAY TRIBUTE TO A VIRTUOUS WOMAN - PASTOR ROSEMARY ABIMBOLA ODUKOYA


BY

Ayodele Morocco-Clarke

she was truly a remarkable woman. one who will be sorely missed. be comforted by the fact that she's made an impact in the lives of so many people. in many hearts, she lives on.

Morocco,
Thanks for sharing your experience with Pastor Bimbo. I did not meet pastor Bimbo, but I bless God for the many lives she touched on this earth. Beloved sister, it is not a coincidence that Pastor Bimbo impacted your life positively for Christ. You have work to do too. Please, impact as many as you can for Christ. Remain richly blessed (Biola USA)

Ayo you are an excellent writer. And even though I never ever met Pastor Bimbo, your narration has evoked some deep
emotions. You know what?? When I'm gone I want to written about this way too.

Awesome Piece.She was really inspirational to alot of pple,may Her Soul rest in Peace,Amen.

She was a blessing to all.I wish her well.I miss her so much

i always watched her single and married program. we truly lost a woman of God! but i guess her race on earth was complete.

I do too

SPOILT
i am sorry but i do not agree with that at all!!!!! i am sure God could think of a nicer way to leave the earth at the end of your race than a plane crash!!!!!!

Pastor Bimbo was truly a loving and sweet lady that i was fortunate enough to meet at our church here in the UK. I have also been fortunate enough to know her brother Pastor Carlton Williams (another fantastic and balanced guy!!!)

peace!

thesilent1:

SPOILT
i am sorry but i do not agree with that at all!!!!! i am sure God could think of a nicer way to leave the earth at the end of your race than a plane crash!!!!!!

Pastor Bimbo was truly a loving and sweet lady that i was fortunate enough to meet at our church here in the UK. I have also been fortunate enough to know her brother Pastor Carlton Williams (another fantastic and balanced guy!!!)

peace!

your point is?
i didnt tell you God killed her. i said her race was complete. what are you not agreeing with ?

Spoilt,

my point is that her race could not be finished based on JUST the fact that she died. It almost sends a message that she was ALLOWED to die BECAUSE her race was finished.

My point is that her death was not God's plan. If God's plan for me is to die a horrible death in a plane crash simply because my race is finished, then i do NOT want his plan!!! my point here is that if we humans will not want to "retire" someone we love in such a manner, why do we think God is some twisted being who is "ALLOWED" to do anything he likes as long as its in our own best interest!?!?!?!

I kind of agree with u.

Mhmmm

Pastor Bee!
Words are not enough to describe you to those who neva met you!
I followed through ur teachings and i know am married to my spouse which u would have chosen for me.
ONLY GOD can reward ypu, continue to rest in peace with THE LORD.

Much ado about the dead and buried.