Engr. Bode Benson Enikuomehin Goes Home, May 26

The final burial ceremony of the late Prince (Engr.) Bode Benson Enikuomehin starts by 5pm on Thursday, May 25, 2023 with Wake keep at his residence – 26, Okeloro Street, Itebu-Kunmi, via Okitipupa in Ilaje local government area of Ondo State.

Lying-in-state holds by 9am on Friday, May 26, 2023 at his family compound, while funeral service and interment takes place at St. Luke’s Anglican Church, Itebu-Kunmi, Ilaje LG. Starting from 10am.

Reception follows immediately at the St Luke’s Primary School field, Itebu-Kunmi in Ilaje local government of Ondo State.

Prince (Engr) Bode Benson Enikuomehin, the Managing Editor (Hons), StarTrend Int’l Magazine, and former staff of NTA, Ibadan, died in the early hours of Monday, April 24, 2023 at his hometown – Itebu-Kunmi, Ilaje local government area of Ondo State.

He is survived by wives, children, grandchildren and relatives.

May his gentle soul rest in perfect peace, and God give his family, friends and associates the fortitude to bear the irreparable loss.

✝️✝️✝️✝️✝️✝️

It’s Hard To Die Bode!

Adapted from Westlife
(Seasons in the Sun)

Goodbye to you, my trusted friend – Bode
But we’ve known each other since we were in our twenties
Together, we’ve climbed hills and trees
Learned of love and ABC’s of life
Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees

Goodbye, my friend, it’s hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time

Goodbye, Bode, it’s hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Goodbye, Bode, my “Personal Person”
Together we gave ourselves love and helped ourselves to find the sun
And every time any of us was down
We would always come around each other
And get our feets back on the ground

Goodbye, Bode Benson, it’s hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
With the flowers everywhere

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone

Adieu my “Personal Person” – Olabode Benson, Al-Enikuomehin🙁