It was when Moji died that I know anybody can die. Moji was all in all. A Yoruba adage has it that when we are still alive, we don’t know how important we are until when we can’t find ourselves again. She was very gentle and calm. All she always talked about was her daughter. She will say Adun wants to pay her school fees, especially when we want to buy jewelry and other ladies’ accessories. When you invite her to party, she will come to honour you. She attended parties more than myself.
She touched people’s life in her own little way. I went mad when I got the news of her death. It was like a dream. I still called her number about 3 days ago, to see if she will pick it up. I spoke with her about 4 days before her death but to God be the glory, there is nothing anybody can do about it. As I am sitting here now, I am just praying to God to let my mother go before me, because Moji’s death has taught me many lessons.