IN MEMORIAM

@2020

Good morning Mom, how is life in paradise?

Woke up this morning and knew you’ve been gone 7 years?

Yes, JANUARY 1, 1929 – APRIL 10, 2013!

What a time we shared together; what golden moments we had?

Our cherished moments for 57 years we cannot replace, but savor, now?

Sometimes I still imagine, what else could we have done together, you were fun to be with!

I remember those short walks, beautiful gardens at Ojuelegba round about, the Binney Zoo in Yaba, the National Museum in Onikan! What a blast, we had!

I remember our shopping at Dosumu, Mariner, Oju-Olobun, Ita-faji!

I remember the bus rides to school, Yaba, Aiyetoro and Bariga!

I remember you saying, when the storms rage, there will be those days, be still son, for he’s in control!

I remember you asking that we keep the faith, keep resilient, and never give-up!

I remember your smiles, your occasional winces, and your re-assurance, that all will be well!

Thank you for being my mother, thank you for being warm, friendly and resourceful!

Life has not been the same since you’ve been gone!

You’ll be proud of what I did with the kids!

I don’t know if I got it right, you know how sloppy I am!

I still pray Psalms: 23, 41, 48, 91 and 116!

I know the Lord is our shepherd and we shall not want!

I remember you today as always, Mom!

I know we’ll gather together in paradise as Christ promises!

To sing Halleluiah, the way you always did, during those quiet moments of prayers!

What a faithful daughter of Christ you’re!

I love you mom!

RIP!

In MEMORIAM 

@2021

8th Year and Counting.

 

Remembering mother today, May 11, 2021, does not alleviate or satisfy the grief;

 They claim the dead are not asleep, the Bible says they are, asleep in the Lord!

So, l believe that Mama is asleep in the Lord, eight years after laying her to rest;

They say the dead are thousand winds that blow, blowing far, far-away, everywhere;

So, l believe, Mama is the wind that blows everywhere, enveloping the landscape, we cannot hold;

They say the dead are like diamonds that glitters in the snow;

So, l believe Mama is diamond, her memory glitters like snow and grieving for her, hardly abates;

They say the dead are like the sun on ripened grain;

So, l believe Mama’s smiles and encouragements, while with us, are sufficient enough to brighten our tomorrow;

They say the dead are like gentle autumn rain;

So, l believe Mama’s gentle smiles, while with us, are sufficient, gentler than the autumn rain, persistent like the noon time summer sunshine.

 

Mama, when we awaken on the day of resurrection, when all Saints arise as Jesus Christ promises, remember to torch my face, l’ll like to know you, and see you again!

Mama, when we awaken on the day of resurrection, when there will be no more crying, sorrows or gnashing of teeth, l’ll love to experience the rush of your motherly love, again!

Mama, the birds are still singing in the trees, the hummingbirds are still humming, so, l remember your humming and singing of the Psalms that sweetens my soul, again and again!

Mama, do not let the intransigent persist, nor evil triumph, for their crafts persist in your absence, again and again!

Mama, Momo, let’s rejoice for a moment, for resurrection day is closer every day, again and again!

 

Rest In Peace!!

I believe grieving the dead is central to human experience; and depicts the substance we all are made off. So, if you grief someone you love, do not feel awkward; it’s part of being human!