Rest dear cousin! We hold ever green memories of you.

Omolola  Babalola

In recent times, I have found myself reflecting more deeply on how transient and uncertain life can be. Not out of morbid fear, but because life continually reminds me that death comes to whom it will, regardless of age, background, faith, health status, or personal convictions.

The untimely passing of few people very dear to me in recent years has only reinforced this reality. These were losses too heavy to bear, even when I know that the next moment is not promised me too. History reminds us that, like old Caesar, like our parents, one day - long l pray, the soil will be shovelled over us too. It is a stark and humbling reality!

And when we reflect on this, it becomes clear that what truly matters is not merely how long we live, but how meaningful our lives are, how we touch others, and to what extent we live in service to humanity.

This is why the passing of our dear cousin, Sister Mosunmola Akingba, has been particularly painful. I have read here what people have said about her, and it is clear that she touched so many lives.

Although I only met her a few times, in those few meetings, l shared in her warmth and I saw a true reflection of her mother, Mummy Fibi, of blessed memory - loving, graceful, and with radiant smile.

As you are committed to Mother Earth today, dear Sister Mosun, we say farewell with heavy hearts, yet with gratitude for the life you lived and the love you shared.

Hmmm, “Àlèlè ọmọ'intọn ojú'gbó!

All shall be well!

We thank God for the gift of your life to our larger family.

May God comfort your daughter, husband and direct siblings, and grant your beautiful soul a restful and eternal repose in Christ Jesus. 

Amen! 🙏🏻

After so many days of denying and bargaining, coming in terms with the fact that you are gone is hard. 

You were a very kindhearted and lovely person, but death, oh death, does not consider any of that. You were taken away too early, but we give glory to God for a life well lived. 

We are not related by blood and you are old enough to be my mother but you called me your sister, you told me I am family and that I am always welcome to your home. You opened the doors of your heart and home to me a stranger, I learned to trust people because of how you trusted me even before we met in person. 

Beautiful and full of grace, your smile is one I'll never forget 

Big mummy, Mummy Joyin, Madam Mosunmola Akingba, Oma bami Akintomide, Oma yemi Fibisola, Oronte, Good night. Till we meet to part no more, continue to rest in the Lord

  Hum; would I say 'you' death is wicked?

'Orente'who might have submitted the unwanted invitation to you?

Who uprooted that charming flower from the bouquet? 

Why is death hurting the hurtless. Dear God, the way you walk transcend all and sundry , for you might have a purpose for this . Mosunmola the garden you plugged out from felt your impart.

The sudden disappearance of your aroma made the garden of the bouquet polluted because of your absence. You were the part that advanced not only the less privileged but also to the lives that passed through you . Dear Almighty God redeem the bouquet of flowers 'Orente' left behind 

Mosunmola, you've left a good footprint on the sands of time .oh! It is hard to bid you fare well, but 'Orente' sincerely speaking, we all miss you to the bone. How happy would it be if God had allowed only the wicked souls to be beating by the rainfall but the just get involved. Volume could have been given about your good work but time did not allow. We all plead and ask for your Mercy dear God on mosunmola. And let her good will , good work prevail for her and prevail upon her in Heaven . AMORI

In Loving Memory of Mosunmola Oronte!

We remember a cousin whose smile could light up even the heaviest of days. There was a warmth in that smile — not just a gesture, but a reflection of the love, kindness, and strength that lived within you.

We carry memories of shared stories, gentle words, and moments of joy — memories that now feel like precious gifts. Though we wish we had more time, we are grateful for every moment we were able to share.

You leave behind a legacy of love, compassion, and the reminder to cherish one another. And although our hearts ache, we take comfort in knowing that your light lives on in each of us — in the way we smile, in the way we love, and in the way we remember.

Rest peacefully, dear Oronte

Mrs Mobola Bello

My Dear Sister, My Oronte

Sista mi — as I have always fondly called you — words fail me. My heart still struggles to accept that you are gone. Many times I reach for my phone to call you, just as I have done countless times before, only to remember that you are no longer here. Each time, the reality hits me again, and the pain feels just as fresh.

A great void has opened in my heart. Your presence in my life was so large, so meaningful, that your absence now feels overwhelming. You left at a time when I needed you the most, and I keep asking myself — who will cheer me on the way you always did?

The truth is, without you I could never have become the man I am today. Your love, your guidance, and your unwavering belief in me helped shape my life. You loved your brothers in a way that was rare and selfless. You gave so much of yourself to others — always sacrificing, always caring, always putting people before yourself. You were simply too good for this world.

You taught me patience. You showed me what true love looks like — quiet, sacrificial, and sincere.

Oronte mi…

Omo Agbomeji

Omo Ajilejaekun

Omo Lisa Alujonu

Sun re ooooo.

As you rest, please greet our beloved parents for me. Say hello to mummy and daddy. Tell them the kind of man their son has become. Tell daddy that I miss him deeply every day, and please give mummy a warm kiss for me.

Also greet all our departed loved ones —

Brother Lanre, Aunty Duro, Aunty Itunu, Uncle Lad, Uncle Jibayo, Uncle Ola, Uncle Yinka, and Uncle Fred.

Enjoy your rest in the company of the saints. Continue to look down upon Joyin and all of us you left behind. Your love still surrounds us, and your memory will forever remain in our hearts.

Until the day we meet again, where we will part no more.

Your aburo, in whom you were always well pleased.

Hon. Motunrayo Akintomide 🕊️

The passing of my beloved first cousin, Mrs. Mosunmola Akingba, has left a space in my heart that words can hardly fill.

Aunty Mosun , was kindness in human form. She carried a gentle spirit and a giving heart that touched everyone around her. She gave grace so freely, never quick to judge, always ready to understand, support, and uplift others.

To me, she was like an umbrella—covering us in both rain and sunshine. In difficult moments she was there with comfort, and in joyful times she shared in our laughter. Her presence brought warmth, peace, and reassurance to our family.

Though she is no longer with us, the kindness, love, and light she shared will remain in our hearts forever.

Sleep well, Aunty  Mosunmola oronte omo yeemi Fibisola Orotutu.

Your memory will always live on in me. 🤍

I am still in denial . 

Sister Mosun, the brief moments we shared last time we were together will forever be etched in my memory. 

You radiated humility, kindness, and compassion.

May your gentle soul rest in perfect peace in the Lord.

I was shocked when I heard the news of Aunty Mosunmola's passing. She is such a loving and caring family friend of ours, I knew her through my senior sister omolola Anthony(nee Dosunmu) even though I did not met her in person till her demised but I can feel her love and care towards my sister and our family. She is always there to help out and stood by you in time of need. Oh! Death you do this one, why aunty mosun of all people, she is too good to live this world so soon.

May her good soul rest in peace.And almighty God gives the family left behind the strength to bear this great loss.

Sister Mosun had a kindness you could feel just by being near her. I hold such warm memories of her, the way she cared, her beautiful smile, and the way she made people feel seen and valued. She moved with such grace, and she left a gentle imprint on everyone who knew her. Her beautiful spirit and her goodness will always be remembered.

Rest in peace, Sis. You will be deeply missed.

​I first knew Mummy in 2018. Though we hadn't yet met in person then but her kindness reached out to me instantly. From that moment on, she didn't just welcome me; she took me in as her own blood son when we finally met in person in the year 2022 December festival. She loved me with such a fierce, genuine devotion that no outsider could ever tell I wasn’t born into her family. She was a woman of rare character—a caring mother who embraced everyone she met and honored her own mother with that same deep, selfless love.

​If I tried to list every good deed she performed, I would fill pages and still fall short. Her impact on my life was transformative. She single-handedly took responsibility for my future, sponsoring my education and launching my career by giving me stipend. When she sent me to coding classes, she didn't just give me the opportunity; she ensured I had the tools to succeed, providing me with a high-end HP Core i7 laptop and a place to call home. Her generosity knew no bounds. Even as recently as this January, she extended her grace to my family by enrolling my wife in hairstyling school.

​Beyond the material support, it was her heart that sustained me. On February 26th, I was struggling deeply with depression and posted about my pain. Out of dozens of people who saw that post, Mummy was the only one who called. she stayed on the line, soothing me and telling me to be calm. I had no way of knowing that would be the last time I would ever hear her voice.

​It is so hard to accept that she is gone. She was too kind, too vibrant, and too full of life to leave us so soon. Her passing has left me feeling lost, and moving forward feels like an impossible task. But I find a small mercy in knowing that God understands our pain.

​I love you, Mum. We all do. But we trust that God loves you more. Rest in perfect peace, Mother of many children. You will never be forgotten.

I first met Mummy in 2016, and from that very first encounter, her kindness was undeniable. She didn’t just welcome me into her life; she brought me into her family with such sincerity that no one on the outside could ever tell we weren't related by blood. She was a woman of incredible character—caring, approachable, and possessed of a rare spirit that could connect with anyone, regardless of their walk of life.

If I tried to count her good deeds, I would run out of pages. Her generosity wasn't just in words, but in life-changing actions. She looked at my only son and saw her own blood; she took him in and became my son greatest champion. From sponsoring his education to ensuring he had a home and the best opportunities—like enrolling him in coding classes and providing for his every need—she gave him a future I can never thank her enough for.

I never imagined a world where she wouldn’t be with us, especially not now. She was the kind of person who solved your problems before you even finished asking for help. Her passing has left me feeling truly lost, and trying to move forward feels like walking through a fog.

But who am I to question the Almighty? While my heart is broken, I find peace knowing that though I love her dearly, God loves her more.

Rest in perfect peace, a mother and a sister with a heart of pure gold. You will forever be missed.

Sis Mosun. Who would have known our last convo was the last goodbye on earth? Your passing is a blow to the entire family.  Your laughter and spirit will echo in our memories .

Sleep well sis! You will always be remembered with love.

Keni 

My darling Cousin. You left us too soon. You will be missed but you leave to rest in the Lord. 

I still remember your zest for life and your generosity. RIP

Aburo mi, Mosunmola! 

My cousin—whose presence in my life was a gift I will never forget.

You were warmth, laughter, and kindness wrapped in one. How can I ever forget "Broda Dapo, e so oyibo now"?😥

Loss reminds us how deeply someone mattered. And you mattered enormously. Your life touched mine in ways both big and small, and those traces remain: in the stories we tell, in the lessons you left behind, and in the love you gave so freely.

Rest peacefully, dear cousin.

You will always be remembered. You will always be loved.

Broda Dapo

The news of Mosun, my dear cousin's passing was received as a rude shock.  I have  very fond memories of Mosun as very young kids in Surulere. Our mothers are 1st cousins.  Ever smiling, family oriented Mosun. So sad......

May your sweet and gentle soul rest in God's bosom.....Amen.

With heavy heart and gratitude to the Almighty God. 

Sleep well my beautiful and hardworking sister. We love you but God loves you more.

Today, I write with a heavy heart, but also with gratitude to God for the life of my beloved sister, Mosunmola — my dear Oronte.

In Yoruba land, we say a person truly lives when their life brings light to others. That was Mosunmola. She was a loving daughter, a devoted sister, a loving wife and extremely loving mother, and a heart that carried everyone along. Her love was not selective — it reached our family, our extended family, and everyone privileged to cross her path.

Mosunmola had a rare gift: she carried people’s burdens as if they were her own. If you were troubled, she would worry with you. If you needed encouragement, she would stand by you. Her kindness was quiet but powerful.

To me, she was the most amazing sister anyone could ever ask for. I will miss our gists, our laughter, the jokes that only we understood. Those moments that seemed ordinary then now feel priceless. They are memories that will live with me forever.

In our culture, we honour our loved ones with their oríkì, the praise names that tell the story of who they are.

Mosunmola… Oronte…

Ọmọ Agbomeji kó mọ̀ mí lakoto,

Ọmọ Alujọ́rnù…

A child of strength.

A child of dignity.

A child whose presence carried honour and warmth wherever she went.

Mosunmola was the kind of daughter every mother would pray for — gentle, respectful, compassionate, and full of grace. Her life reflected the values our parents taught us. Death may have taken her from my sight, but it cannot erase her love, her kindness, or the beautiful memories she left behind.

Dear sister, go and rest in the bosom of the Lord. Greet our beloved parents, Fibisola “Aduke” and Afolabi Akintomide. Tell them we remember their teachings and the love they gave us. Say hello to all our uncles and aunties who have gone ahead.

Mosunmola, my dear Oronte, I will miss you immensely. Words cannot fully express the void you have left in my heart.

But we thank God for the gift of your life — for the laughter, the love, the kindness, and the beautiful soul you shared with the world.

Sun re o, egbon mi.

Sun re o,

Rest well, my sister.

Until we meet again.

Opeyemi Akintomide (brother)

I was shocked when I saw your picture with the words "sleep well sister".thinking it was a mistake for your birthday celebration.

Quickly, I made a call through but all I could hear was grief from the background. Tears rolls through my eyes.

You transformed my life when I met you,making me feels like a family not just a tenant.i will always remember you for everything I am  presently and in the future.

To be honest,words can't  really express your kindness towards my life positive transformation.

Sleep well Mrs Akingba