My dear Aina,
You are resting in a better place and so shall it be forever till we meet to part no more.
I thank you for your selflessness to everybody that God sent to your life. I thank you for raising and grooming my daughters Olalonpe and Olaitan, May God reward you and all yours with kindness before God and mankind.
We shall miss you. My best regards to your dear husband, my dear brother and friend Bayo.
Rest in perfect peace Aina Orosu.
Sorely Missed,
Major(rtd) Kehinde Danmole

Where do I start, we met in school (Ahmadiyya Girls School) in 1961. The closeness blossomed when moved to Post office road in Mushin and she was living at Alasalat At in Mushin. Since then, we have been in and out of each other everyday. We worked together in Pay and Records, Apapa where she later left to join her husband in Zaria.
Long story, I was the (errand girl) alarenu between late Eng. Bayo Soetan (cause Mama - her mum must know.
She pulled me into Olojo-Kosoko family where I got involved with one of hers - late Ademola Olojo-Kosoko which made her my Iyako.
Aina has been a wonderful person - she would say it as it is!!!. We socialise a lot since the days where we will go and stay for hours with our dressmaker - late brother Waidi at Obalende cause we want look good. She loved elegance.

It was endless tributes - being my Iyako she would always claimed seniority/ superiority over me as iyawo.

My great Iyako - my friend Aina omo Morohunfolu, okun oye. Thank God for your life, you lived well with beautiful children and grandchildren.
Adieu, you will be greatly missed by the Old girls. A ku onya ara wa.

May God Almighty give the family to bear the loss, you are resting in the Bossom of God Almighty.


By Tokunbo Shiro

I will describe Mummy as the Mother Theresa of my lifetime. She was the epitome of love, kindness and immense generosity. Her home in Zaria was a refuge to all visitors from Lagos, she welcomed you with warmth and was always willing to share. There was always a place on her table for visitors.
For my six years in Bakori Mummy never missed a visiting Sunday, she came early with fried rice, chicken and all the delicacies, visiting days were exciting because you could see that she missed Bukendo and I. She never criticized me, my wins were her honor and if I didn’t win she will nudge me to give it my best shot when next I had to shoot.
Mummy taught me all that I know today....she taught me how to cook, Bimpe and I were the cooking apprentice. She taught me how to clean, wash, dress up neatly, modestly and classy. Momendo believed a woman had to work, care for family and save up for the rainy day, thanks for teaching me life values that have now become part of me and I pass on to my children.
Most especially Mummy taught me to trust God and with him all things were possible. Thank you Mummy for believing in me and standing with me even when I lost hope in my self. Thank you for loving me unconditionally and taking very good care of Olaitan and I. Thank you for listening to all my gists and never judging me.
You were an epitome of Gods blessings, you were indeed a blessing to your generation.
I love you more than words can describe.
Rest in perfect peace my Mummy, Momendo, Mama ni yen.
Sorely Missed,
Bimbo Danmole Atunrase

Hmmmm my dear friend Bisi's Mum, fashionable and soft spoken exuded love to all with her warmth and smiles.
I recall fondly when she met my daughters in London....she kept asking Bisi...so ti bere ki lo ma je...telling the kids to help themselves to the snacks and drinks in the fridge while waiting for their meal albeit she was having a serious conversation with her junior brother.
One can see these qualities of affection and hosting skills in her children.
Her soft voice full of prayers whenever I called.
A loving and staunch mother who stood with Bisi through all and proudly shared in her great success and accolades.
We love you but God loves you more and therein lies our hope of the glorious morn.
May the Lord comfort and uphold dear Bisi, her siblings and the family.
Rest on in peace dear Mummy.

Mama Bisi! My mum was a pillar of support and made it possible and easy for me to take some of the decisions I have had to take. She was a tremendous help with the children when they were growing up and I thank God for her. All I needed to do was to ask and she’ll pack her bags and come over or have them over when I had to travel. I thank God for the stern upbringing she ensured my siblings and I had. She did not spare the rod! But we survived! A very organized home maker, she taught us the imperative of planning ahead. A full pantry, bulk buying, the art of entertaining. She taught us to give and to share. She lived the last few years of her time here with me. No matter how late it was, she’ll wait up for me - giving me that look intended to make me feel guilty! She was in her elements when she had people around her and as such, 2020 the year of social distancing and isolation was definitely an awful one for her. It was gratifying to see the glint of pure joy in her eyes when taking those cherished video calls. I thank God for her legacy. The many lives she impacted. The beautiful memories.

Sun re Aina orosun.

Bisi Adeyemi, daughter

Mamendo of life. A mother like no other. I miss you already.
You taught me a lot of lessons that ultimately became my encyclopedia of life. Mamendo taught me that you had no case and you were not welcome to question any of dad's actions and decisions on matters. She taught me that dad's position was LAW! Take it or leave it! She taught me not to negotiate set rules or curry favor. She never spared the rod. Her "omorogun" was always handy.
I learnt from mum how to be organized, particularly for events and planning ahead. Tiny details like setting out our clothes , socks, shoes jewellery and underwear the night before the party!
Setting my dad's table for meals was a special ritual, only the skilled and artistic could dare. Fortunately I was artistic so I could swing that easily, I scored high there. Lonpe Atunrase will conveniently come second.
Mum had all the bravado on the outside but was soft inside. One day in Zaria, a man riding a motorbike laden with a basket of potatoes swerved in front of her car and was knocked down! Before she could say Jack Robinson, his fellow riders had surrounded her car like ants on sugar. She stepped on it, put the car in reverse and made a quick turn back home. On getting home, she rushed out of the car and ran upstairs to hide. Dad had to appease the angry mob!
Mum was the hostess of life, everybody and anybody was welcome in our home. Food and drinks were never in short supply and it was like a constant feast each day.
Mum was a disciplinarian to the core. You don’t speak until you are spoken to, no talking with food in your mouth. A true Nigerian parent - eye contact language, you better read it and understand. God help you if she stares at you and you don’t get the message! I could go on.
Still coming to terms with the reality of her demise. She passed a couple of months shy of the 10th year anniversary of her dear husband’s demise. In all I thank God almighty for the privilege of the good life she lived. Rest in Power Mum.

Bimpe Oladoyin- Daughter

Mummy Zaria, as she was fondly called by me, was a very cheerful and pleasant woman who lit up wherever she was. I recollect her love and warm acceptance when I married the immediate younger brother of her late husband. She was very caring and hospitable on our visits to her and Daddy Zaria when we lived in Kano. A fashionista who was always well turned out for any occasion, she could be relied upon to coordinate outfits for family weddings and birthdays bringing that special touch of class. Her smile and warmth will be greatly missed. May God console her children, grandchildren and the entire family, Professor (Mrs.) Funmi Soetan.

Mummy was all of our mama, she was always cheerful and encouraging. She was very outgoing, lively, and had interesting societal news to tell. Her smiles were reassuring and lit up occasions. You will be dearly missed. Rest well mummy.