When Words Are Not Enough

Today, with a heart full of sorrow, I find myself writing words I never thought I’d ever have to write in my lifetime. On the 17th of October, I lost not just my brother, but a man whose presence could light up any room he walked into. My younger brother’s passing after a brief illness has left a huge void and many unanswered questions.

He was a man of integrity, a person who stood by his principles, even when it was difficult. As a church pastor, he lived his life devoted to God, and his faith was not just something he preached—it was something he lived every single day. But beyond his role as a pastor, he was a musician, and music was his soul’s expression.

From the age of nine, he had a guitar in his hand and our dad was so proud of his musical talent. There was always something magical about the way he played, and that magic only grew as the years passed.

He had a deep love for the music of Asa, a black female artist whose soulful tunes resonated with him. Perhaps, it was the raw honesty in her music, the depth of emotion in every lyric, that drew him to her. I had never heard of Asa until he picked me up at the airport one day and as the music played, he told me about the artiste making me fall in love with her too.

He loved not only listening to music but creating it. He was a talented producer, crafting sounds that brought people into worship, a place where they could feel closer to God. His life was, in so many ways, a song—each day, a new note added to the beautiful melody of his existence.

To me, he wasn’t just a younger brother; he was an inspiration to many. His passion, his dedication to his family, and his unwavering faith are things I will remember him for.

He was the kind of man who was always there, whether you needed advice, encouragement, or just someone to talk to. His laughter, his love for life, and his infectious energy are memories that will never fade.

He was very respectful, honouring and loving with everyone and especially his siblings.

In a conversation about this blog, I casually mentioned that I sometimes wonder what the impact was, if people were reading it and whether it was worth me continuing to write it.

That was when he shared his heart about how helpful he found it even when he forgets to mention it. He told me he often created a sermon series from some posts and some of his friends did the same too.

Those kind and timely words are what I go back to whenever I want to pack the blog in. I remind myself of those who are reading it and using the messages to impact other lives.

As a husband, he was deeply devoted, a source of strength and love to his wife. And as a father to three incredibly intelligent and talented young boys, he was a guiding light. His love for them was undeniable, and he was so proud of each one of them. I know they will carry his legacy in their hearts.

We have lost someone irreplaceable—a man who touched so many lives with his kindness, his music, and his love for God. But even amidst this pain, I am comforted by the fact that he lived a life that mattered, a life that reflected the heart of God. He may no longer be with us, but his spirit, his love, and his music will continue to resonate in our hearts forever. He was, and always will be, deeply loved.

Rest in peace, my dear brother. You will be missed beyond words, but we know you are with God, playing your guitar in heaven, as you always did here on earth. We love you. I will miss you calling me ‘anti mi’ aka ‘my sister’ but I know your life, although short lived was tremendously blessed.

Pastor Adeniyi Sunday Bayode, you were very much loved and will forever be remembered.