O my friend, Peju, my friend, my friend Peju! Your home calling was a transition to glory and everlasting peace, O Peju, my friend, my friend! I know that when a Christian woman dies, she sleeps in the bosom of the Lord (1Thessalonians 4:13–14); may your soul rest in eternal peace.
I commiserate with your husband and other family members left behind. I pray to God to grant them the fortitude to bear with this sudden transition. Peace and comfort be unto all of them, in the name of Jesus Christ.
Peju, your memories linger in my heart. Among many, I recall during my undergraduate years at Unilag, you visited me on a sunny Sunday afternoon on campus in 1988. It was a day I had no money on me, not even a single kobo! (i.e., "nothing, nothing"). I was painfully thinking of how I would feed myself at sunset that day – all hopes diminished. Phew! Radiating your arresting beauty and smiles, you voluntarily and lovingly gave me ALL THE MONEY in your purse (not for repayment!). I remember the color of your purse; it was brown. Hymmnn, your visit was divine: you wholeheartedly blessed me with your kindness. Ah! Because of you, I could feed myself on that day and up to 2 weeks going forward! I am telling you from my spirit I cannot forget this turning moment in my life.
I do not have to meet everyone. However, there are some people I must not miss meeting; Peju, you were one of them. You were ever smiling and attractive woman who embodied all the attributes of the fruit of the spirit (Galatians 5:22-23). I am glad I met you in the journey of my life. You positively touched my life; your life was a blessing. To God be all the glory.
Right now, I feel so sad in my soul that I would not be able to meet you in plain sight to appreciate your honest friendship. Indeed, it was a friendship and still a friendship I treasure.
I am trusting God that He will commission an angel of the Lord to read this tribute to you!
Thank you, good night, and sleep well, my good friend!