My dear sister Elohor, where do I
begin? Writing this tribute is the most difficult thing I have ever had to do. Even on this final deadline day I am asking God for
the strength.
My sister Lolo, you were an angel on earth. A God send. A virtuous woman. A saint. An Angel on Earth.
From childhood you have always been very loving, caring, protective and humble. You always put God first, others next and yourself last. You kept certain things to yourself because you didn't want others to worry and you always looked out for me, right up until you went home to God. You
were very loving and protective to your family, friends, loved ones and everyone you encountered. Always concerned about your siblings, always wanted the best for us, always praying for us and ensuring that we were on the right path with God. I remember when dad went astray and you would both have discussions about the word of God...I smile now because he gave his life to Christ before he passed away and you saw him in heaven a few days before you left us.
You lived a life that exemplified Christ. You loved. You forgave and you died without any grudge in your heart.
I came here to be a part of your healing process, to encourage and inspire you and Mum like Jeff and I had been doing on the phone....but I didn’t know I was coming
to say goodbye to you. Looking back now, I know that you knew. Yes you did - because the medical report you refused to send to me last year after I found out and wanted to visit...you instantly verbally authorized your doctors to send to me - even when you knew I was going to defer my college admission just to visit you. I rejected that report. I thank God for expediting the visa
procedure inspite of all obstacles and giving me the opportunity to see you again.
I will forever cherish the last six days I spent with you; feeding you, holding your hand as you would squeeze mine so tight like you never wanted to let go! Hugging you, kissing you on the forehead, telling you I
love you, carrying Esther up to lay her hand on your head and say a prayer for you, tell you she loves you and hug you every morning, mum and i worshipping, praying and studying the word of God with you, when you called your husband "Dipo Baba o" two days before you passed on and held on to his hand and looked into his eyes so lovingly and you smiled, all the chit chat and sisterly gossip we shared, everything you told me in confidence. How I would just say "whatever" when you bullied me lovingly and you would respond "duh", and we would both laugh. Thanks for believing in me and standing up for me, vouching for me till the end.
I will never forget all the memories you shared and all the requests you made.
Apart from the vision God gave me in a dream, you showed me the signs from the day I arrived. It was very obvious that you were singing "hallelujah" with the angels in heaven. You told me on day two that my sister Elohor was dead. We refused to believe; that's why we were always rejecting it. But looking back now, I know that God took you away from all the pain and heartache of this world and I am comforted
because I know that you are in heaven singing hallelujah with the Angels.
The day before you passed, Esther and I danced and sang praises to God by your bed while you smiled happily and sang
along; then suddenly the CD player stopped working and refused to work again. I remember your excitement when I
asked if you remembered Kirk Franklin's song "My life is in your hands". You replied "Of course" I played it via my iPhone and we all sang and prayed along with Mum. We also
worshipped with Donnie McClurkin's "That's what I believe" and "Great is your Mercy" and went back to Kirk Franklin's again. You sang along. You couldn't stop
saying hallelujah....and Amen. You knew. That night you slept peacefully and the next morning you were gone. I refused to believe...I stayed by your side, held your hand and prayed, I kept on telling you to ask God to let you come back to compete his work on earth - testify in the assembly
of his people for the salvation of souls through your healing and also remind him about Esther. I kissed your head
and lay beside you until they came to take you away. We prayed for you and I escorted you to the car. That's when reality struck. It's still very surreal.
I hurt and cry only because I will miss you but I am happy because you are in heaven and I know I will see you there one day. Your mission on earth is complete and that's why God allowed this.
Your legacy of peace, love, forgiveness and deep rooted Spirituality will live on in me and I pray it will also live on in anyone who knows you and anyone who reads this tribute.
I thank God for blessing you with wonderful family and friends globally, whom love you so much. These doors never closed since the day I walked in and even in your death you are a super star. Everyone who has come to visit or called has something good and positive to say about you. You are a shining light, you are a super star.
I love and miss you, my “Lolo the Principal”.
Thank you for waiting for me.
Your life is in God's hands now and I know know you are watching over us now. Please continue interceding on our behalf.
See you in heaven someday.
I miss you dearly and i love you with all my heart.
Your Dear Sister,
Arientarhe Biuwovwi-Nash.