To my beloved mother, my Obianubeli
Mummy, it is difficult to find words for the pain of losing you. How do I say goodbye to the woman who gave me life, when so much of who I am will always be connected to her?
Being your first son is an honour I will carry for the rest of my life. Before I became the man the world knows today, I was your son. Whatever age I reach, there will always be a part of me that longs for his mummy.
Obianubeli, I wish we had more time. More conversations, more laughter, more opportunities to say, “Mummy, I love you.” There is so much I would still like to share with you, and so much I wish I could hear you say again.
As I mourn you, I also thank God for your life and for the privilege of calling you my mother. Seventy-two years can be written in a single line, but no number can contain what your life means to those you leave behind.
As your first son, I want to honour your memory through the way I live: by caring for our family, making room for one another, and remembering that the time we have together is precious. May we keep your memory alive with love, even through our grief.
Rest peacefully, my precious mummy. Rest in the loving care of God. You will always have a place in my heart that belongs to you alone.
I love you, Mummy. I always will.
Your first son,
Samuel Ofunwa
