Today is my grandmum's funeral. Back home in Nigeria, she'll be laid to rest at Ikoyi Cemetery in Lagos.
This is a short tribute to I wrote to her, which will be printed in the funeral programme.
â€œThe song is ended, but the melody lingers onâ€¦.â€
There is an old saying that â€˜It takes the whole village to raise a childâ€™. Growing up, I had several people who shaped me into the person that I am today. Of all these wonderful people who I am lucky enough to call my family, Mama had the biggest impact. I never had to pick up the phone to speak to her, never had to travel, or take a walk. All I needed to do was run through the back door, and there she was, with a wealth of wisdom and experience, and a listening ear.
She taught me how to live a live with God at the centre. She taught me discipline when I needed it, sometimes with a cane, sometimes with strong reprimanding words. Today I look back on all of that, and I thank God for making her such a big part of my life. Â To say that Mama lives on is an understatement, her input into all our lives is there for the whole world to see, and I am sure that several people will agree with me.
While we are mourning the loss of our Mama, others are rejoicing to meet her up in heaven. Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But as Christians, there's a difference for us, you know. Because in that other room we shall be able to see.
Grandma, I know you're looking down on us from heaven. I love you, and miss you terribly. Rest in peace, you deserve it !!