My Dear Motunrayo,

I shouldn't be writing a tribute to you it should be the other way round but who are we to question the Lord God whose name is Jehovah. We accept His decision with stoic hearts.

'Tuns' you were:

Rounded - after playing soccer with the boys, you took over the kitchen and made their meals as early as 12-13 years of age.

A cultured blossoming young lady, down to earth with 'no airs' and a wonderful hostess.

Witty and pleasantly mischievous especially as you grew up with boys.

Bestowed with an exceptional inner strength which glowed through your intelligent eyes and more recently epitomized in your determination to overcome the situation that has brought us to this day.

Yet of a good nature with no bitterness at the current situation.

Soft spoken, caring, peaceful and nurturing - Mayomide and Monjola will miss the quiet times you spent together.

I can go on and on describing the Motunrayo we miss.

We miss you loads, but we will eventually find solace in the memories we have of you which we hold so dearly.

Sleep on my 'daughter' till we meet to part no more.

Good Night Dear.

Dearest Motunrayo, you are with God now and I hope that you rest well. I'm so grateful to have known you. I miss you.

I was doing the washing up last night and thought of you Motunrayo. I felt a pang of grief and was then surprised when a huge smile crossed my face. A smile as I remembered the calm, peace, grace that was you Motunrayo. I thank God for your beautiful life.

I am honoured to have been your godmother though I think you taught me more about faith than I could ever teach you.

We will miss you but we know that you have gone to be with the Lord. Rest in peace my love.