Mama, as we used to call you,the first day I met you in 1992, your first word was (ara’momi kabo inle), meaning my son welcomes home. How are you? I had an eruption of joy inside me; I was so happy, and I said to myself, this is the type of family I was praying for. Since that day up until her last day, my name has remained Omo Mi, my son. Mama was so caring, loving, and prayerful. I was not a son-in-law to Mama; she took me as her own son. She would smile, and as old as Mama was, she would call me once a week, just to ensure I was alright. In a seemingly still voice, she would say,Wa ba Mi layo, (you would meet me well,)but Mama, I came home, and I did not see you.
Rest on mama, IYE OMO.
Abiodun Komolafe (Son-in-law)