AyoTunde was born in England and then he was taken to Nigeria as a small child. He developed a condition with his hand that needed treatment and then he retturned to the UK as a child to obtain treatment for his hand condition. He lived with his father, mother and siblings. He travelled again to Nigeria and we lost contact for some time. He returned again and we reconnected again.
He was a Christian. Shortly after we connected again he joined college in Newham in East Ham in London. Being young at just 19 he wanted to mix in and socialise a bit and make friends and I was struggling at that time to with an eating disorder and us meeting fizzled out and we didn’t spend much time together. When we did though before we had so much fun and I felt myself around him and he had a good heart and he was cherished by his parents' being their youngest child.
My heart that day when I left home felt pained around the time he was murdered. I heard when one of my aunt’s visited us what happened and she said something to my mum which caused my mum to scream in the house that he was murdered. I still remember the day.
In college some Muslim extremists students who were influenced by Omar Bhakri stabbed my cousin for saying that he insulted their faith. They used to promote their faith at others at college and my cousin too thought they insulted his faith. So, they approached Tunde after college and stabled him in the stomach and he passed away, he was murdered and was 20 years old and I was 21 years old at the time.
It took me a long time cry about this. I remember when I was first was told I went to the hospital as I knew that Jesus only could awake those who appeared dead like he did with Lazarus and the widow’s son. I went there with 12 roses for one of us cousin that he had. I went with shoes to take him out and a comb to comb his hair and I looked at him and I could see he was gone, they had removed his organs. Although, my cousin was brave and stood for his faith. I wish that they had reconciled and not disputed with themselves. The college should have been managed these events better as this was not the first incident.
He was my only cousin that I really grew up and got to know in the country being the child of immigrants.
His father continued to miss him until the end of his lived days. His brother and sister still miss him and those who knew him to.
He was a child of God embraced by Jesus Christ.
I will link to his story online from the event. The second light highlights the event in September 1995.Rachel Olubunmi Obanubi his 1st Cousin for Christ
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/6206886.stm
