My heart is broken, because for the first time in 32 years I came home to spend Christmas and quality time with you as I always do and you weren’t there.
Sister you have been my Rock and I am the woman that I am today because of the way you raised us: loving, but firm and fair.
Thank you for being my mum and my friend.
I am struggling to find the words to describe how I feel but as you would usually say to me when I call “Wò ŋutɔ enye nyawo kataa” meaning, I know all you have to say.
Sister, we lost you and I miss you but I take consolation in knowing that Heaven gained an angel.
Sister, xede nyuie, mɔdzi na kɔ. Dzidzɔ le ŋutifafa me.