Ma, Mi, Miraaaa, Mirabel Agbor, Eyeeee, Eyere ma, sistaaa, mamiiii, Ngore ndeck, blacky, dimples mama, Pauli, mbiaya, motor, it's been three weeks today, and I still can't find words to write a tribute for you. The mere thought of writing a tribute drive chills to my spine. But Ma eyereoooo I refuse to lose my faith in God. May be I will write a book one day, if I could find enough words and vocabulary.
Eyere ma, I will cherish the good memories, I will value and honor the love we have for each other, our parents, siblings, and all family members, whether by, blood, our jobs, schools, churches, and friendship.
I will appreciate the respect you showed to me as a big sister, and the confident you had in my advices. Above all, iam and will forever remain grateful to God almighty for sharing one of HIS Angels, Mirabel Agbor with me.
Mimi, I thank you for the life you lived. Even in death you make me proud, put a smile on my face, and a song of praise in my lips. You lived a respectable, responsible, exemplary, life. Nobody have anything negative to say about you. God Omnipotent, Omniscience, Omnipresent created you very beautiful in his own image, pure, fluffy, cool, white as snow. HE called you at the right time to keep you stainless, Ma my love I release you as a dove , though with tears and a heavy heart, but with thanksgiving to God. I learnt alot from you at your very young age.
I know where you are, right at God's right hand, watching over us with your unfading smile and love. Continue to intercede for us. I will write to you again when I find my strength, and dry my tears, just remember I love you, will always love you, and will forever hold you in my heart. Many hugs and kisses, kisses, kisses, like I always do.......
Tons of love, Aunty Mar