Dear Fikayo,
I saw your mum last year and she spoke so glowingly and happily about how well you were doing.
Her testament and all the reports of you are all good.
Though short, you left behind a legacy.
We are proud of the kind, hardworking, admirable young man you had become.
We know God knows best and take consolation in that alone.
Sweet child rest in the bosom of your maker.
Sunre o.
Oh death where is your victory or grave where is your sting.