To My Admire.

My Gyaama! I still haven’t been able to process the fact that you’re no longer with me. I think about it and as much as I know you’re in a better place with your Sweet Jesus it still hurts so much.

You were the absolute best and because I knew you, I knew what love was. You cared for me deeply and it showed from when you fought for me to be head girl to always taking my side when things were difficult.

I wish we had more time; I want to wake up to the sweet smell of Chanel No.5 again, I want to go through your wardrobe for shirts I fit thief, I want to follow you to mass so you can show me off to your friends and I want to help you wear your jewelry for church one last time.

I remember so many things and I wish I had the entire program to write down our memories. Every time I told you “Gyaama I love you” she’d reply, “Puri I love you, heartedly” and give me a kiss. I’m glad I captured these moment so I never have to forget the sound of your angelic voice.

My sweet Mire, there was no one as elegant and poised as you and I’m proud to say I learnt that from the best. Lucy, as I type this with tears in my eyes, there’s solace in my heart because I know you’ll rather be at the forefront singing hymns with the angels.

I pray that your soul rests in peace and that the good Lord protects all those you left behind.

No worry me Gyaama, I go make sure sey I abide by everything wey you don teach me for this life.

I’ll love you forever.

From Puriche Uwakwe, you 10th grand pikin.