Ofunne She was a friend, sister, her personality was warm, her smile lights up the darkest room. She loved music, hence come rain or shine she will attend her beloved choir at Oritamefa Baptist Church Ibadan. There was no time we spoke without mention of food, as for what we have left in the fridge to heat up or cook. In-between us we would talk about milk yes, almond milk sweet, but mine was non-sweet, everytime I open the carton of milk I always think of her As far as discussing politics we would agree and disagree, also veered toward education, how she worked hard on her degree. Both of us believed strongly in well-grounded education for or children and grandchildren because that will shape their future and life progression We both always praise our grandchildren how very smart they are regarding today’s technology etc, something we cannot boast of because we are used to hardcopy information. Ofunne, you were a kind soul a true Christian, it hurts me so much I find it hard to believe our chats and laughter will not happen anymore. Rest in perfect peace with our fathers in heaven with his angels. Amen

Ofunne my sister, a very strong, calm, elegant and fulfilled woman who had a peaceful lifestyle. Ofunne and I clicked and became very close friends and eventually were sisters that shared lots of thoughts and sang together as choristers of Baptist church, Oritamefa. Ofunne - LAD 31 Jide, Ronke what can I say? Your mother was a very strong determined woman who quietly made a positive mark in life and enhanced many people’s lives.

A Tribute to my Aunty and confidant. We both worked at the University of Ibadan but we're not closely knitted until my family joined Oritamefa Baptist Church on our arrival from the UK in 1982. I immediately joined the choir on the Alto side where she sang. I was a member of the Chapel of the Resurrection choir in UI before we traveled so I was used to singing the Alto part. She took me immediately as her junior sister. We shared our experiences of life together. She was a calmer person and so would put me on my toes whenever I was going over the boundary of any situation. In church she never missed the weekly choir practice even at some difficult periods. She took all challenges of life in a calm and christian way. She would call me naughty Bose because I would not take what she would sometimes take. Before relocating to the UK I strongly advised her to build a small apartment at the back of her mansion so that so that she would have a family around her and she readily took to my advice. Any time we were on the phone we speak for a long time making plans together. Indeed I'm already feeling the sound of her voice. The way she would call my name continues to ring in my ears. My husband spoke to from Nottingham unknown to him she was in the hospital. His regret now is if he had known the illness would eventually take her away he would have gone to see her there. Aunty I will miss our weekly gists I will miss your calm voice on the phone. To Jide and Ronke I say take heart because your mum has done her best. I remember her always saying I am building that house so that when you come to Nigeria you would have a good place to stay. You have taken good care of her. Death is inevitable and she has gone to rest. Good night aunty. We shall always remember you.