Born in Ubulu-Uku, Delta State, Nigeria as the first daughter to her parents, she traveled to the northern Nigeria at a very young age to live with her aunt, who she served and helped babysit her kids then. She was a very brilliant girl, but would hawk goods on the street to help her aunt in those days. While hawking on the street, she would stop by schools and would wish she could be a student. Some Teachers noticed her great desire to learn and pleaded with her aunt to send her to school which she eventually did; even though she started late, that did not deter her as she was at the top of her class. She won the Queen Elizabeth II price for being one of the best students in her class. This motivated her to higher aspirations; she eventually named her only daughter after the queen. She was later sent back to her parents because she kept excelling in class despite everything and it was costing her care-givers more to support her educational advancement. On getting back home where the expectation on girls was marriage instead of education, my mother pleaded with her father to send her to school, which her father did. After completing her primary education, she went to a modernized school in Ogwashi-Uku in Delta State. She excelled and got admission to a Teachers Training college but her father could not afford to continue paying for her education, since he had other kids to take care of. This was a trying time in her life as she had to seek a different path in life. She travelled to Lagos to live with her elder brother and enrolled in a nursing program where she again excelled and earned a scholarship to study nursing in Kiev, Russia. She graduated with honors as a midwife and returned to Nigeria to start working as a nurse; it was at the same time she re-united with her high school sweetheart, my father. Their union was eventually blessed with a baby girl, her only child. My mother lived to help everyone and anyone who knew her. I was always baffled as to how and why she would go out of her way to help others the way she did and she would always tell me growing up that no good deed is ever wasted, and that even if you don't get blessed directly, your good deed blesses God who gives to all; more over you don't know if your off-springs will someday benefit form your deeds. She dedicated her life to working hard to provide, shelter, food and education to those around her. She always wanted the very best for all and God blessed her efforts. She worked multiple jobs, was a devout Christian and made sure she owed no one. All were welcomed to our home, although we did not have much but you can always be assured that you would feel the most welcomed at her house. She took care of other family members and helped put them through school, while she made sure I went to college even if it cost her everything. After her retirement, she joined my family in the United States and was very instrumental in raising her grandchildren in the way of the Lord; she was basically their first homeschool teacher. She left all she had and poured her life into others. Even when she was living abroad and had no job, she would find a way to make sure her mother was somehow taken care of. During her later years as her grandchildren were old enough to start school she decided to relocate to Nigeria in order to personally care for her aged mother; she took care of her mother for over a year before she died in her arms. After her mother's death she volunteered to care for her aunt, the one that raised her when she was very young.

While she was in Nigeria, she would claim good health and believed she had no need to see a doctor even for a well visit as all her initial tests in the United States were normal. She got acutely ill and she ended up in the hospital. As the her doctors in Nigeria struggled to figure out what was wrong, I was planning to bring her back to the United States for proper care but she needed urgent surgery to stabilize her for travel. She died even before she could get her much needed surgery.

Her death shocked her loved ones as no one expected her to die so quickly, but we have come to accept that God always knows what He is doing. My mother took good care of her parents; she was an amazing daughter to them. She took care of her siblings the best she could, and even though she had her own cross to bear she never stopped to care for others. She loved and forgave all and amazingly one of my last discussions with my mother was how we must forgive each other. In all, she told me what she expected of me, and I always thought that was just her talking as a mother would admonish her child. I never knew those were going to be her last words to me. I told her I placed in her in the hands of Jesus and she thanked me for my love towards her. I have known no deeper love than hers. My family and I thank God for an amazing mother like her. Words cannot describe the great impact she had in our lives. We sorely miss her but know that she will forever be in our hearts as we are consoled by the fact that she is a child of God. She loved God so dearly and spoke so highly of Him to all around her even till the very end.