Mummy, my nights are punctuated by thoughts of you. I know you were fulfilled, and you said so. I don’t know what I feel but I was most unprepared for your death. I long to see you talk to me in my dreams. I want to experience “àrìnnàkò”, the chance encounter. I have questions. I know you are at peace. I know you made this world better. As you look down, count the number of clergy in this church, all for you, Modupe. Read the tributes and smile.
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