Mojisola, I can't believe I'm writing in the past tense about you. You had a kind and loving soul and I cherish the years spent with you and your family all the way from Emotan Close at Unilag, through the years in England and back to Nigeria. Even though my parents were strict about letting me go visiting, and despite the fact that we shared considerable time at school and in church, your home was always an exemption and the memories made will never be forgotten. "Ile ebi, ile eni na ni." Even the pranks of those yester-years are still fresh in my mind.
I always appreciated your frank and down-to-earth character. You weighed in on issues without partiality even if it was one of your siblings that had erred, and for this I was always grateful; which I can be assured was also a strength in character you must have displayed during your years of legal practice.
I can still recall your pre-wedding party and your first pregnancy even though these were so many years ago. Now they seem like yesterday.
Your laughter was rather infectious and I'll never forget it. Even as I'm typing it still brings a smile. I still can't believe you're gone, maybe it's just the shock. I'd inquired about you from Dewunmi earlier in the year unaware that you were ill and that I would never get to see you here on earth again.
Remembering you as a woman of strength and assured that your faith was strong, I can be rest assured that you're now resting in the Lord's bosom. No one departs unless their purpose is fulfilled and I'm sure you fought the battle that assures you'll receive your crown, so until we meet again at Christ's feet, may you rest well, dear.
Bi o ba ti dun to, had you lived to celebrate your 50th, but the Lord who has seen it fit to call you home now, will surely take care of your family, immediate and extended. Ojo a jina si ra won o! Olorun a re gbogbo wa lekun, a de te e s'afefe rere l'oruko Jesu.