16/01/2026
A Requiem for Pa. Ebenezer Omole ;The Maestro Who Taught the Nation to Sing
The baton has fallen, yet the melody lingers
A song too beautiful to fade, too sacred to forget.
Pa. Ebenezer Omole, a name etched in golden clefs,
You tuned the hearts of men to the rhythm of excellence,
And made the classrooms of Lagos echo with symphonies of purpose.
From the noble halls of Igbobi College,
To the hallowed grounds of MUSON,
And the nurturing cradle of your own music academy,
You sowed seeds of harmony that grew into generations of brilliance.
Your lessons were not just notes on a stave
They were life, discipline, and divine artistry intertwined.
You were an organist whose fingers spoke prayers,
A choirmaster whose gestures shaped worship,
A theorist whose mind decoded the mysteries of sound,
And a teacher of teachers, whose legacy sings through time.
Through your hands, stars were kindled
Sunday Yusuff, Tosin Ajayi, Maestro Elijah Alejo,
And countless others who now make the world their stage.
And how proud Heaven must be,
That your own sons, Ayo and Samuel,
Carry forth your torch with brilliance,
Illuminating music’s bridge for boys and generations yet unborn.
You lived in a time when music teachers were few
Barely ten in all the city’s schools
Yet your faith, your fire, your focus
Multiplied melodies into multitudes.
You did not just teach music;
You birthed a movement, you built a brotherhood,
You breathed eternity into sound.
Though your stool now stands empty,
Your music still conducts the wind;
Though your baton rests,
Your rhythm pulses in every trained heart you touched.
Thank you, Pa. Ebenezer Omole,
For being more than a man of notes
For being a symphony of grace,
A master of harmony,
A patriarch of passion and purpose.
Rest now, great Maestro,
In the celestial choir of saints and sounds
Where every chord is pure,
And every note eternal.
Your melody lives on.