Life is but a walking shadow a poor player that struts and frets his time upon the stage and is heard no more. It is like a story told by an idiot full of sound and fury signifying nothing. What is this life but a shadow, a mist, a vapour. It vanishes away.
I keep remembering how I saw you that day 19th of June 2021 which was the last day of seeing you alive I find it difficult to believe that you are no more. It saddens me when I think that whenever I come to Osogbo, I will not see you again sister Fummi, I really miss you. I will never hear again that sonorous voice when you sing and your radiant smile too. No matter the level of our love for you God loves you most. sleep on till we meet at the river that Angels feet have trodden.