From far away Asia, I hear those dirge tunes of a sudden demise
On the book that bear the faces, then I tried to recall; Felix Okunlola,
That cleaned cassock gem from the lowly stead of Oyo catholic heritage.
How easy it was to remember thee, flashes came to me of the hanging talking drum,
The hands sliding systematically and rhythmically across the conga with great dexterity,
Even your fame is told of the ‘field B’ exploits, And of those humorous times in Bodija auditorium.
You were quietly talented and to every beholder,
Your height was an indication of the great future you had in the Ministerial vine-work.
Oh yes, like many have echoed, Bodija will sure miss you,
Oyo will miss you all the more –why not?
When your cultural proclivities foretold how much you would do in an age of inculturation.
But indeed, Olorun Wa knows better why the heavenly return was most apt for you.
Rejoice then, Oh brother, with the triumphs of the Church and pray for us, whose turn tarries.
Shall we keep our eyes to the weeping and our teeth to the gnashing?
Knowing now that we have you only in memories?
No, not when we remember that you knew him who is the resurrection and the life.
Cheerio! we say, and may Holy Heavens preserve you in peace
Until that glorious morning, when this life shall be over. Adieu Brother Felix!