IYANGBALI:
his name is not adieu. Stop giving out wrong info about a dead man

IYANGBALI:
his name is not adieu. Stop giving out wrong info about a dead man

fratermathy:
On Friday 29th April, 2016, a great intellectual, literati, philosopher and friend departed this world of strife. I got wind of the news the following day and it was difficult to react to it. I became short of words because this friend was so full of life and bubbling with ideas. I have known him all through my years as an undergraduate student and even now, he is one of the few people I can truly call my friend. I remember how we wanted to publish a philosophical book entitled "What Happened to Man?" but for certain circumstances. I remember that we did publish a poem together "How does it feel to be a Problem?" which was published by Saraba Literary Magazine in the Solitude Edition 2013/2014. I remember when we talked about postgraduate studies and its prospects. I remember that he called Sandra James an Athenian beau. I remember that he was a bossom friend, and even beyond so, to the Iwezus; Joy and Ewere. I remember he spoke well about "Blacky" Daniel Nnamani and actually did introduce me to him. I remember our chats; some of which I still have "screen-grabbed". I remember the day you graced Lillysparrow's day with Blacky. I remember our Masonic alignments and ideals. The Hobbessian state of nature. I remember... EVERYTHING!
I have not made many friends in the life but you, Freeman David II, are my friend and I'll carry your memory with me, always and forever. You are not dead! I refute this Neitzschean state of affair!
You had always been an Existentialist! A Sartrean and a believer of Kierkegaard and Hiedegger! You believed in the power of human FREEWILL in the face of nothingness, absurdity and futility. Why did you compare yourself with Sisyphus? Why did you become Tantalus? You put questions at the lips of everyone! You made me reevaluate reality all day. It was you Freeman, it was you... I am short of words, for the umpteenth time.

Alas! The traveller has returned
Like an Avatar couched with dust:
This is the final initiation.
Memento, Memento Mori:
From dust we come,
To dust we return.
"Then out spake brave Horatius,
The Captain of the Gate:
'To every man upon this earth
Death cometh soon or late.
And how can man die better
Than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers,
And the temples of his Gods.'"

Farewell my bro. We shall meet at the Cosmic gate!


-Mathias Orhero

aalangel:


Sorry for your loss. Was he an atheist?

nuelzy:
pls someone should just tell me.....is he dsame person with "freemanan" moniker...

nuelzy:
pls someone should just tell me.....is he dsame person with "freemanan" moniker...

nuelzy:
pls someone should just tell me.....is he dsame person with "freemanan" moniker...

Two years of my life will always stand out. The year 2005, the year we met and the year 2016, the year of your demise. 2005 was when I first met you. Then, I just joined Classical International School, Warri as a student in SS2 and our friendship was instant. I can't explain how it happened but suddenly we were more than buddies. We got into trouble together, we came out together but you were always there. We celebrated life successes together as time went on, as we achieved bit by bit, climbing through life's social stracta and aiming for the ultimate goal of self fulfilment. Your dreams were insurmountable. You always had a passion for the military. You always spoke of how much you wanted to get in and you shared some of the reforms you had in mind if given the opportunity to rise to the top. Your impact in my life is immeasurable. You hounded me into taking personal interest in the internet back in 2009 when I felt it was a bother. You introduced me to this forum and helped me create my profile. And even though I wasn't an active member as a commenter, I rarely missed a day without visiting and getting updated with news or trivia. Your soul was pure Freeman, purer than mine I daresay. You loved your family more than your self. Your sister was your all in all. Your mother? I can't even begin to start describing what she meant to you because your plans for her I knew them all. How would they cope now Freeman? I looked at your mum yesterday and I could not fathom just why it had to be you. Why?? Your life preached gentility. You didn't need to say it yourself. You were Meek to the letter. And like a lamb, you succumbed to death. Why did you not fight this my brother? Why did you not fight this?? This life makes no sense. We did not ask to be born so why do we come and get cut off in our prime? I cannot recall when last I shed a tear, not even when I got the news of your death initially because I did not just believe it possible. You whom I spoke with just that Friday morning and we were finalising plans of how you would travel to PH against the Air force screening test coming up this week. Little did I know that in the evening you would be gone. How I wish I stopped by when I passed your place Thursday evening. But when it finally hit me that Freeman is lying in the mortuary. My Freeman, My Saachi, in mortuary?? It was then I lost it. My heart is pained. I am wailing. The PDP people do not know what wailing is. My chest is hurting me. My head is migraine personified. Sleep is not helping. How do I cope with this? Can anyone help me cope with the fact that he is no more?? Who will read all his John Grisham books?? What about his mother and sister? How will they cope? How about I and his other friends?? What will we do? Almighty God, I beg you to please grant my brother and friend eternal peace. I cannot help him now. He is now in your care. Please help his soul to find peace. That is only what I can ask now. Freeman David Remilekun, a part of me will not forgive you. But I do not have the power to do anything about it. On my part, I will try as much as I can to be that brother to your sister and Son to your mother. It cannot be the same, but it is the little I can do here. God rest your soul my friend. I hope you're in a better place now.

fratermathy:


He is bro. He had a close shave with death months ago; thats when he deleted that account. Here again, the same thing happened.

fratermathy:
Taken 4 Years ago when we were undergraduates at DELSU. I read English, he read Philosophy. I wanted to be a Professor, he wanted to be a General!



For those wondering how he died, I wont LIE to you and dishonour his memory. He didn't died in a bathtub. That's all I can say. He died tragically and it has happened. But I wont lie to the whole world about how he died.

femi4:
olodo