My paternal aunt had always been there, not only for me, but for everyone she came across. She was friendly to a fault. She was also a very good mixer.
Although I wasn’t there when she was growing up, I could still see the effects of a Lagos lady that she truly was on her.
When a married man maintains an open house, it means the wife doesn’t mind receiving visitors. So it was with Iya’beji!
She was so nice to everyone she came across. What a great loss?
Omo Olowu Oduru
Omo a ji f’egbe s’ere
Owu kii ranro
Awii menu kuro nt’Owu
Omo asunkun gba’de
Omo oru la sika
She was very much a part of me right from my birth. She stood by me through the vicissitudes of my life.
Although a woman, she stood for the father I never had. And what a lovely father figure she was?
How I wish I could have stayed with her and learnt more from her in her latter years!
Well, that remains an illusory wish!!
I really can’t imagine seeing her in a cold morgue, lonely coffin or even the lonelier grave. But then, I console myself that there’s a time for everything.
Here’s wishing her a smooth ride into paradise!
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