Nothing prepares one for the intense feeling of grief, sadness and shock when you lose a loved one. One who was truly treasured by many. Mama Nosa, my mother, my friend, our umbrella. You stepped down so that my siblings and I could step up. You always wanted the best for your children and covered up a lot for us. Distance was no barrier to your love for my family and I in Birmingham because you greatly supported us, gave food stuff to anyone who was coming to the UK. You always said that “if it can get to UK, it can get to Birmingham”. Your grandchildren (Gregory, Casey and Jasmine) miss you so much and thank you for being the best grandmother ever!

Mama, your death is so surreal, and the accompanied feeling of emptiness is inexplicable. I am still hoping that maybe it is just a dream. Maybe, you will still call me every evening like you used to, just maybe.

While I am waiting to wake up from this extremely sad dream, I will always remember your good works towards everyone, especially to us, your children. Your works are still speaking for you even after death. Your legacy of caring and offering support to anyone regardless of biological, tribal or religious affiliation is undeniable to all. Mama, you were indeed a beam of lights to your generation and generations unborn.

Unquestionably, you were one in a million, so rare to find, true to cause, unassuming, thoughtful and ever so compassionate. Oh mama, what words could encapsulate the great icon that God gifted to me as a mother? Your short, yet impactful life was a blessing and I truly cherish the fact that I call you mom.

Mama, you did well.

You came, you fought and conquered.

Death, where is thy sting?

Love and miss you so much, Iye Ewaen.