I’ll miss your deep throated laughter;
I’ll miss your quick wit and sharp mind,
I’ll miss your voracious way of consuming news,
I’ll miss your squint when you consider something important;

I’ll miss your famous ‘amala ati ila pelu obe eja’,
I’ll miss my everlasting supply of maltina;
I’ll miss the way you push your lips to meet your nose instead of saying don’t mind him,
I’ll miss your ‘ejo e ti poju’ even though you talk alot;

I’ll miss your very peculiar neatness,
Especially when someone uses your things;
I’ll miss your thrifty qualities,
And of course your abject dislike of ‘dirty money’;

I’ll miss your famous ‘NO’ reserved for when i want to play outside,
And your ‘go and close your eyes’ for sefunmi and fiyin;
I’ll miss the fact that you’r quick to catch one in a lie,
I’ll miss the way you defend us without even caring whether we were wrong;

I’ll miss your famous arguments with Uncle Tunde,
I’ll miss your “bobo leave them alone!” when you hear anyone cry;
I’ll miss your opinions on everything even when nobody wants to hear them or feel it doesn’t concern you,
I’ll miss you falling asleep on the long chair because you think its not late enough for you to retire to bed;

I’ll miss your endless calls to “Iya Rere” when it’s 9 o’ clock, even when there’s no signal,
I’ll miss the camaraderie between you, Aunty Moni, and of course the fantastic  Aunty shounfe;
I’ll miss your non-relutance to point ot the lateness of the time when you feel someone has overstayed his visit,
And still miss your welcoming hands to all and sundry, even if you feel they are cramping your style and space;

I’ll miss the way you take good care of things, even if its a pair of dunlop slippers,
I’ll miss your “a ma ra coke o!” even if its just a crate,
and your anger when the coke guys don’t come because they don’t think a crate is plenty;
I’ll miss your “fa blind yen” when you think the rays of the sun would soon be a bother,

I’ll miss seeing the glow of pride on your face when one of kids come around,
The smile and almost imperceptible nod when they prostrate before you;
I’ll miss your wavering love and  tough toughness,
 but most of all, i’ll miss the highly unique person called Wuraola Adenekan.

You were tough,
 you were strong,
 you were determined,
 and appeared invincible;
 but now i know, dat at some point, we all have to rest.
 Goodnight dear grandma, see you later!