This is an unusual story of a promising young girl of 21 who struggled with this unkind world ending her dream life with a suicidal end.
That was how a talented and promising lady, Adeleke Rachel TiOluwani ended her life committing suicide about 12 months after she wrote how life has been unkind to her.
Going through Tioluwani Facebook Page will bring nothing but tears wondering how a supposedly lively lady ended a promising dream.
The tribute of her Mentor, Tayo Fasuan below will further give credence to how this young enterprising lady struggled with life till she gave up the ghost after months of depression.
It was gathered that before her death, “Tioluwani who was in psychological pain and had no father-figure in her life, was practically nursing and taking care of her mum, self-sponsoring her schooling with virtually no assistance from anywhere.”
Miss Adeleke Rachel Tioluwani wrote about her predicaments which she tagged, LAMENTATION:
Okay.
I am Solomon
And I’ve brought my own songs to your ears
But mines are Lamentations
Those I’ve always kept away like hallucinations
Maybe, I have tried too many times
To be not pen who writes as victim,
One that always deploy sadness as routine
Maybe, this girl has tried too many times
To be not one always appearing saddened
To be not one always writing as a victim
Please, scream to my ears
That I have tried enough
That I have fought enough
That I have feigned strong too long
That I have feigned happy too much
Of course, this is not a poem
But words as tears from a broken hard girl
From one whose heart is filled with tears that never dry
Tears that are never cried and songs that are never sung
Of course, this is not a poem
But scars from a ripped young girl
These words are the marks of arrows that have pierced a million times
They are tears of a broken hard girl
I know you will read them
So, this will be as shortly long as it can flow
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Depression has visited me
It brought suicide with it
But I found my tongue and sucked its clit
I watched suicide gets horny at my film
Now, I think I have feigned too strong and happy enough
Now, I think I have kept too many tears that are never cried
And too many songs that are never sung
I have questioned life and it brought suicide
But I found suicide as the angel in disguise
Who has come with hands to be fine
With piercing fingers, claws that bewitch
Suicide is a witch with finesse
Reason I died so many times in distress
Yet, lost no life
I have questioned life and it brought hardship
It displayed to me how I’m so fortunate
To live and be groomed with architects of misfortunes—
Hands that will never add to you and will never let you go to grow
Life said this twenty year old is too old to have a minute sweetness
All along, it keeps bringing sweet mess
So, today as I write in tears
This is not a poem but songs of Solomon’s daughter
Lamentations that come as hallucinations
Scream into my ears
That I have had enough
Let me hear
That I haven’t heard enough
Tell me strength that fails me is just being considerate
That pretense that now left is just being considerate
That I have had too much
Scream into my ears
And tell me I’m not gonna be fine anymore
Shout to my heart
That this fighting is enough
Please, tell me to break down
And never rise again
That my fate in faith has played enough
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Tell me to break down
And never rise again
For even these legs are tired of strength that ain’t true
My little body has gotten fed up of scaling through
Scream into my ears
And tell me I’ve had enough
Scream into my ears
And tell me I’ve not heard enough
#Richie
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Tayo Fasuan wrote this TRIBUTE:
“A Tribute to Adeleke Rachel Tioluwani
“At the height of my intense pain and sadness yesterday, I snapped, and started feeling a sense of errie calmness resulting from resignation about Tolu’s demise. I’m still hoping this is a bad joke though, and she came would come to say this is her own version of April Fool. But also, I hope with this post, I would be able to exorcise all the pains I’m feeling and dwell on happy memories I have of her.
“Tolu had always been an enigma, and despite our relationship from just last year, we didn’t even meet for once. She approached me for mentorship for fiction writing, and I told her she didn’t need my help since she was already so good in expressing herself through written poems. She had ways with words, and she was meant for greatness with an imaginative mind that would rival anyone’s.”
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We started working together eventually, becoming perhaps the first official member of FictionWrit Magazine. However, few weeks into working with her, I realised she was troubled. At first, I thought it was financial after talking with her, and I told her I will be sending upkeep money to her when she explained her issue with schooling. She rejected that, and I had to convince her that I would be paying for her writings instead. That seemed acceptable with her, and we proceeded.
Weeks later, she had another issue. She was having issues with her boss, the founder of a writer community. It was a messy affair, and in my attempts to help her resolve it, I realised she was a ticking time bomb, walking all over eggs all her life. She was still very secretive, refusing to open up completely, but she let me in enough to catch a glimpse of the hell she was going through. At that young age of hers, she was going through what she shouldn’t be going through. With no father figure in her life, and she practically nursing/taking care of her mum, self-sponsoring her schooling with virtually no assistance from anywhere, she was in perpetual psychological pain.
I offered that she should consider change of location, and I even offered her a place to stay in Ekiti to start over again, promising to fund most of her expenses. She refused, insisting she couldn’t leave her mum. I offered other places for her to stay in Lagos, but for reasons I won’t divulge here, she still couldn’t take those offer. We reached an agreement eventually concerning work, funding and how to handle issues.
Few months into that agreement, she disappeared completely. Her phone was off, she wasn’t responding to her WhatsApp, and her Facebook was deactivated. I became exasperated after trying so much, fearing the worse and hoping for the best. After a while, I gave up. Late last year, she got across to me briefly to tell me she was okay, but before I could got a hold of her again, she disappeared. And I let her be again, hoping she would get back to me when she is fine.
I went through her walls last week, and I was shocked with the dark words there. Her writings have always, always carried a dark theme, as I had encouraged her to pour her emotions on paper through her ink as most of us writers do when we are going through hard times. This was different though. On reaching her WhatsApp status, I saw other ones, so I got across, knowing she was back on WhatsApp.
Our conversation revolved around coming back to writing and continuation of her education, having concluded OND last year. I told her we should consider her crossing to a degree program because of the problem with HND. We fell right back into smooth conversation, and she promised to even started writing, to get back to me on an offer I gave her. I thought she was over the worst, but I was so careless I couldn’t see beyond that definite goodnight she sent me.
I’m hurting right now not really because of her death, but because even till her final moments, she would be full of optimism. She was full of life. Of course, people are saying that’s the usual way suicidal people act, but I still can’t swallow that theory. She was a fighter, an incredible bullish one concerning life. She was a sweet one.
If she is truly dead, then I morn for an irreplaceble loss to this world. She is at peace right now. I wish she had done it differently, but I can’t seem to help her change her mind. That hurts too. Because this feeling of not doing enough to save her still lingers..
I won’t dwell on her death anymore. She had touched the lives of those she could and concluded her part. The happy memories are few because she was always in that dark hole that I had to be pulling her out every time. But those few memories are worth holding on to.
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May she find the peace that eluded her here on the other side.
Once again Tolu, “Be good, Good night.”
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