Another golden star had fell
Turn down your bright light
And let the candle flame burns slowly
While we honour the hero shrouded in his passing bell
Great larinde is no more, died in a violent struggle with death
And his award winning whole swims in a pool of emotional blood
The golden jewel is stolen by death
In a line we fails to hold, only to be imagined : had he still alive, he would have done like this.
Doctor Larinde has treated us this way. Like a selfish, he went all in all with his undaunted and vast talents.
Had we knew, we would have cried more than Elisha “our father! The chariot of Nigeria”
It seems that his magnificent talents can threatened the agents of death
While we believed his eloquences can cause death to shiver
Yet, the great warrior loses the battle like an amateur
While the his philosophical stands has not conquer death through researches
Even if the ground is painted by mourning and the whole world fails to contain the multitude of our words; the truth stands still : Larinde is gone, into a journey of no return.
O d’arinako, a d’oju ala, o di beni jo ni a b’eniyan n joyan
We love you but God loves you more.