Aunty Abike, I held your head and laid you in the morgue and slept at night to think it was an episode of Tinsel. I woke up the next day to notice that it was Act 3, Scene 4 in the play of your journey of no return. What a vacuum you left!!!. I bless God I knew you, my family learnt much from your modesty, and the world mow has stories to tell. Farewell Angel.