ribute to a Mother like no other.
Oh Mother, Oh Mother.
A Mother like no other.
It was like a dream when you died in my arms.
Am still in shock but encouraged by the exemplary life you lived here on earth.
A Mother who took over as the bread winner of the family when our Father died.
A role you played till your last day on earth.
A Mother who always teaches her Children to pray and be close to God.
Mummy,, you are a rare gift to us your children and all who came in contact with you. You were the most beautiful, even at your old age and in sickness, compassionate and understanding oriented woman I’ve ever known. I will miss you dearly but your spirit and strength lives in each one of us your children, grandchildren, sons and daughters in-law and the lives you touched with your Love, strength, wisdom and beauty of your soul. You were truly a rare gem; a one in a million Mother.
Mummy, as we fondly call you, you are gone but your legacies and memories remains in my heart.
You were:
A caregiver.
A reliable adviser.
A fountain of Hope and love.
A peace maker.
A hard working woman.
A lover of God.
Fashionista Mama.
If there is another world, I will still love to have you as my Mother.
Continue to rest in the bossom of the Lord till we meet to part no more. Rest in perfect peace mummy.

My Mom, a loving and strong woman in our lives, passed away on April 9th, 2024. Though her physical presence is gone, her love and wisdom continue to guide us.

A tribute to my Queen, My Mom ,
The news struck me like a piercing pain to the heart, a pain that still lingers with every thought of you. Our moments together were like a knitted masterpiece with threads of love, wisdom, and profound understanding. You sculpted me into the person I am today, nurturing me with boundless affection and unwavering support.

I’ll forever cherish the melody of your voice, the sight of your name illuminating my phone screen, and the echo of your parting words, “Now I’ve heard from you, I’m happy now,” lingering long after our calls ended. Your love was like a beam of light, spanning the miles that separated us, wrapping me in its warmth and strength. How I yearned to return to Nigeria, to embrace you once more, but fate’s cruel twist denied me that chance.

Your love knew no bounds, a steady anchor through life’s triumphs and tribulations. My mom, a staple of strength and kindness, whose embrace welcomed countless souls into our home, earning you the endearing title of “mommy” from all who crossed your path. Your heart was vast, her spirit brave.

No words can define the depths of my love for you, but I hold onto the hope that one day, the whispers of your voice in those cherished messages will offer memories and comfort. Though you may have left our hands, your legacy, your story, will always be within our hearts.

Rest in peace, dear Mom. Your legacy of love will endure for generations to come.
With love and fond memories,

Mommy, what do I do? My tears for you won’t dry and if I cannot fit all my love for you along with all the other feelings I am feeling into this little space, then what is it worth? I can’t seem to get away from you: the treasured items you entrusted me with, the testimonies of the numerous you touched, the confusion that accompanies this shock? I would not begin to make a list, because again a thousand centuries wouldn’t do.

Where really is the end of grief? Because you seem to have found it in this new position you have assumed. Where really is the end of restlessness? Because I still can’t believe it is you lying there still, only movable with the help of others. No doubt you were a super treasure, never failing to plant yourself in the hearts of those you crossed.

Am I being selfish to feel your part ended much too soon? What I wouldn’t give to have and keep you even a little longer. If only surrender where not so difficult. Well, I will keep my fingers crossed and eyes upward as God continues to take care of the rest you have left here.

For now, sleep on great woman, till we reunite at that glorious fellowship there.

Mama meant so much to my household that her departure has left a very deep void in our collective heart.

To refer to her in the past tense as I am doing now increases the pains in my heart. For the past thirty-two years during which I have been in contact with her, she taught me by her lifestyle what it means for a mother to be close to her children. She was caring, very compassionate, empathetic, and an unparalleled forgiver. Her attitude towards those who offended her, left an impression on me that Mama forgave her offenders in advance, (that is, she forgave even before she was wronged.) She harboured no grudge against anyone, probably except the devil. Mommy was too good hearted for a perverse generation such as this.

Very good as she was in the minds of people like me, she should not have transited. But in the matters of life and death, only God has the final say. Once a person dies, we all must surrender our will to the will of Jehovah- our Creator, more so when we realise that good people are not exempted from dying (Isaiah 58:1,2). Also, we know that in the original plan of God, we were not expected to live in this form forever (Genesis 3:22). That our mother has left is natural. But as she lies there in the casket, she is speaking to all who are here to listen. And what is the message? “As you are now, so I was, and as I am now, so you shall be.”

When you or I become as she is now, what shall those who shall gather say about us?
Mommy has played her role and bowed out of the stage. Is each of us considering his/her exit? As for her, we say “Adieu!” even as we look forward to a better fellowship in heaven.

I know we’ll have a better fellowship in heaven. Do you know we’ll have a better fellowship in heaven?