Tributes from your Grandchildren.
In the beginning, there was, May Mofolorunsho and Mary Modupe, in Odogbolu, Ogun State, in our beloved country Nigeria.
A man’s years are 70 years and 80 if the Lord gives them strength (Psalm 90:10).
And 80 years later, they lived happily ever after in eternity, with our Father in Heaven.
My Mama Agba, otherwise known as my grandma, is the wonderful woman we are celebrating, less than a year after my grandfather was called home.
Now where should I begin? It would make sense to start at the beginning of me, since I have known her my entire life, although, my tribute starts much earlier than that. Before I was born, my grandmother was making plans for me, bringing my name before the Lord.
She called me Gbemisola, which means God has carried me into wealth. Proverbs says your children’s children are your crown. She definitely treated me like her crown from birth, proud of everything I did from the least to the greatest.
Whether I would be in Nigeria or she would come to the United States, my grandma just knew, by force and by fire, that she would have a significant role in my life. You see, for me, my grandma served 2 roles in 1. And grand she is indeed, in that she is one of the greatest women to walk this earth.
Simultaneously, as my grandma, she also served the role of a parent for me. Four days after I was born, my grandmother boarded a plane to the United States, on a ticket with no definite return date. To my understanding and with all due respect to her, she laid down her life on account of me. Through that act and several others, she demonstrated the unconditional love of Christ to me and to everyone she knew.
Though she was a grandmother and mother to everyone, I thank the Lord for blessing my life with the best grandma. One of my first memories of my life is praying with my grandma every night. My grandma led me to Christ; the greatest gift anyone could ever lead me too. I am looking forward to reuniting with you in eternity because I am eternally grateful to you. Honorably I can say, I see a lot of her attributes developing in me. I hope that I can continue the legacy that she has established for us.
She is the epitome of a prayer warrior, always praying never ceasing and she is my personal intercessor. There was never a conversation we had that did not end in a prayer or a car ride that did not begin with prayer. I know that she is praising our Father in Heaven, this instant, while continuing to intercede for us boldly present before the Throne of Grace.
She literally served God with everything she had. Her email address is ModupeJesus, (I thank Jesus) and her apartment number was 316 (as in John 3:16). There is no wonder why the Lord called her back, exactly one month after Christmas at 12:25pm (Christ’s Birthday Celebration).
She certainly was a woman after God’s heart, with the mind of Christ and the Word was dwelling in her richly. You could not see the walls in her apartment; they were covered with handwritten scriptures and prayers.
I love you Mama Agba. You fought the good fight and you ran your race very well. Sun re o Mama Agba, rest well in the arms of our Abba Father for eternity. You deserve it, after all your nearly daily voyages to church.
The second row of church will not be the same without you and your cute hats nor Christmas Variety Nights with your microphone-less hymns. The least I can do is to continue in the righteous path you have set up for your heirs. I have big shoes to fill and fill them I will.
In Loving Memory, but with undoubted hope and faith, we will meet again.
Gbemisola (Christina Omowunmi Alabi)