Welcome aboard 2024.

Welcome to the extraordinary world of

Lambo, Samson [the late] [SOL] [King SOL]

Uncle, GrandUncle, and GreatGrandDad in The Holy Land

Lambo, Samson.

[Captain] (retired) Lambo, Samson Ọlájídé.

[the late][SOL].

[the late][King SOL].

Discover [SOL]’s life and legacy:

1. In memoriam 2024 - [the late][SOL] - [https://lambosol.me/].

2. the book of Judges thirteen to sixteen [13:1 - 16:31], [the] New International Version [NIV].

   [https://enterthebible.org/passage/judges-131-1631-samson-against-the-philistines].

   [https://biblia.com/bible/niv2011/judges-13-1--16-31].

   [https://www.jewishvirtuallibrary.org/samson].

   [https://www.myjewishlearning.com/article/samson/].

   [https://www.jstor.org/stable/23257332].

   [https://www.youtube.com/live/4m_Yk_YcHTs].

   [https://messiahprophecyandhistory.co.uk/2024/02/15/judges-131-25-the-birth-of-samson-and-recognising-the-messiah/].

   [https://biblestories.org/samson_as_judge].

   et cetera.
   

Explore the depths of his journey, where tales of valor and innovation intertwine. Uncover the essence of his legacy, immortalized through the sands of time. Let the spirit of discovery guide you as we sail through uncharted waters.

Embrace the thrill of the unknown, for within these narratives lies the heartbeat of [SOL]’s existence. Feel the pulse of his history, resonating with the echoes of those who dared to dream. Join us in weaving the tapestry of his identity, where each thread is a testament to his boundless passion.

Death Is Nothing At All
A poem by Scott-Holland, Henry

Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.

Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.

All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again.

https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/death-is-nothing-at-all-by-henry-scott-holland

Warm Regards and Sincere Condolences to Idile ti Lambo

[continue to] Keep to self.

Ó dàárọ̀.

courtesy of Idile ti Coker, Idile ti Taylor, Idile ti Ṣ[h]órẹ̀tìrè, àti Idile ti Balógun