Iye (as I fondly called you), your answer was always ovbiyemwen (my sister). What happened? We spoke the day before, you didn’t tell me it was goodbye…. You were my sister, your kind was very rare. You always had an answer to every question thrown at you, and you handled every issue with ease.You accepted everyone the way they are, regardless.It all still seem like a dream, what about all our plans? CWFI convention? Holidays? Visitations? Who do I call when I’m at crossed roads? This was not our agreement my sister, but i am consoled that you are in the bossom of your Creator.Sleep well my sister, iye no gie, until the resurrection morning.
Mummy’s very close friend at CGMi the wealthy place.