A Loss that affected me greatly; Olamide Arowosegbe

I still miss you, Olamide Arowosegbe—my friend, my champion, my “Mydeh.”



I grew up with few friends, but plenty of people who cared for me. Among them, Olamide shone brightest. Petite and light-hearted, she carried herself with a quiet confidence that drew people in—boys lined up for a chance to know her in high school, but I was proud to be her wingman and protector. We even developed our own secret signals to steer each other out of awkward moments.

When we both earned our places at Obafemi Awolowo University, my world felt full of promise—yet I struggled with my grades. Every time I settled in to study, Olamide would magically appear at my side. I can still hear her voice on the phone that night in the Chemistry Oven dorm: “Lift your head—let me see where you are.” She traced my spot in the fluorescent glow of WhiteHouse, sat beside me, and whispered encouragement until I believed in myself again. When I slipped away for a bathroom break, she left me a note—simple lines of care that later felt like treasures.

I snapped a picture of that note and sent it to her: a small way to say, “Thank you for taking care of me. Thank you for being you.”





Then she fell ill. I won’t retell every hardship, because the pain of it still cuts deep. I remember her in that Ile-Ife hospital room, thinner but unbowed, assuring me that everything would be alright—even as she fought to breathe. I cried for the strength she showed, for the battles she endured with a smile.

Olamide, I choose to remember you as an angel here on earth: radiant in spirit, selfless in heart, fearless in love. You filled our lives with light—laughter that bubbled over at the smallest joke, steady kindness that made every struggle bearable, warmth that turned a simple study session into a moment of grace.

Though I still ache at your loss, I trust you are soaring now, embraced by the Creator you trusted with all your heart. I carry you with me in every victory, every quiet triumph, every act of kindness. I will pray for you always, until we meet again, champ.

Thank you for every memory, every note, every laugh—and for teaching me what it means to be a true friend. 💗

Wish we could still chat, thank you again my friend

OLAMITIDE ABIMBOLA AROWOSEGBE