Aunty Bolaji as l fondly called you. You are no more and l still find it hard to take it in considering our last contact. I shared so many memories with you that I do not know where to start now: is it how I often visited the time l would visit you back in New church Grammar school and I would be the reason you had to be given exit permits so you could take me back home safely, or when you'd smuggle me out of the house to take me to a party. I was the " agba kekere" and you were the " agba nla". Memories of gone days keep running through my mind as I picture you.
Dearest aunt, thanks for your love and support through the years. God will surely shine His light upon you perpetually as you rest in His bosom. Sleep on till resurrection dear Aunt. You are sorely missed.