My Mother can accommodate just about anyone in her house. All my life growing up in her house, there have been series of people squatting in our house. The last conversation we had, she was complaining about R*******. 
R****** Literally became a bone to swallow. I had told her over the years to send her packing. She refused. As usual, she is overly concerned.
So, the last conversation about the person was so funny, i started laughing. I told her, you are the one who wants to accept the drama. But in general, the conversation was to funny to me, i was just laughing. She said "Angela, you sabi laugh oh". This conversation was the last one i heard from her.  The next one was from Dupe. It would continue to ring in my head.
Rest on, Mama Robbie Super

Friend, mum, foe, friction abound on our first meetings but waters soon settled. you took me on to replace you as Superintendent but all I wanted was to be an organiser not a figure head. we sparred, laughed and jolly well had a good time. I remember kneeling down for you in the middle of the second service because I wanted to settle a quarrel and you told me to get up as I could be seen from the altar and I told you that I know. you called me 'omo ake' and I told you that you should keep your quarrels out of my children's activities or else. you laughed so much and everything melted away. I got my way but found a great friend. after that we had such great times both personally and on duty. now you are gone. I want you to know that you were loved more than you were told and angels such as you should be celebrated. you were tough for God and didn't mind the labels humans gave you or the disappointments that came. I am honoured to be a friend, sister, daughter to you and will miss you till we meet again at the Lord's feet. Aunty Lo

I called you mummy because you were that and more. Your love for me and every member of my family was pure. Until when you were incapacitated, you still tried to reach out to me. You were weak but your interest was in I and my sister not been stranded.
After the death of my mum, some days were really tough, days I needed to talk to a mother figure, I'd call you and cry my hearts out and just like my mum, you always had something consoling to say from the bible. I have lost 2 mums. It's hard, it's painful, really painful.
It was a pleasure to have known you ma. Pls walk on the street of gold and tell my mum, I miss her. Its not been easy but God has been faithful.
Continue to abide in the presence of the Lord ma.
It is well.