You came on holiday to our place at Oba-Ile, I said "ok Dunni let's go so I could teach you how to ride my bicycle. We went and began, you tried to some point and then you hit your bumbum somehow and started screaming "idi mi, idi mi". I had to help you check if everything was okay down there. That was the end of our bicycle lessons. You were a pleasant and beautiful soul, so sweet to almost a fauly yet very firm.

Every 23rd January you wouldn't miss calling me on my birthday, and every 27th January I always returned the gesture.

I miss you already Dunni, my only consolation is that you are with the Lord and I just have to believe we will all be fine. The pain runs so deep, the whole family is in a state of despair. Only God can comfort Your parents, Deji, Bukky, Tunrayo, Your precious husband and your two beautiful seeds. 

Sleep on beloved Iyadunni