ORDER OF FUNERAL SERVICE For
Wuraola Olatundun Kuti At the CHAPEL OF THE HEALING CROSS, IDI – ARABA, LAGOS On Friday October 19, 2012 at 11:00 a.m
PREACHER The Most Revd. & Prof. Adebayo .D. Akande Archbishop – Elect of the Ecclestical Province (Church of Nigeria Anglican Communion) of Lagos & Bishop Diocese of Lagos Mainland.
CHAPEL RESIDENT MINISTERS Ven. & Arc. Tunde Osho Chief Resident Minister The Very Rev. Ayo Richards The Very Rev. Toyin Olumo The Rev. William Allotey-Pappoe The Rev. E.T. Green The Rev. .A. Ajero
CHOIR IN STALLS Emeka Agu Organist
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ORDER OF SERVICE 1.
Meeting the Corpse
Hymn CH 551 – Sometimes a light surprises
Lesson John 14:1 – 11
Hymn CH 621 – Jesus I will trust Thee
Hymn CH 169 – When all thy mercies O my God
10. a Presentations 10. b. Notices 10. c. Alleluia Chorus 11.
Withdrawal Hymn CH 361 – Hark, hark my soul
AT THE GRAVEYARD 1.
Hymn CH 745 – Sleep on Beloved
Committal and Prayers
AT HOME 1.
CH 539 – Through the love of God our Saviour (Hymn 6)
Prayer and Benediction
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MEETING THE CORPSE
The congregation faces the entrance
Congregation: And let perpetual light shine upon her.
I have set God always before me: for He is on my right hand therefore I shall not fall.
Congregation: Wherefore my heart was glad and my glory rejoiced: my flesh also shall
Lord, grant unto our mother MRS WURAOLA KUTI eternal rest.
rest in hope.
The Clergy, preceding the body into the Church, the people standing, shall say the following sentences (Sentences with Organ Music)
I am the Resurrection and the Life, saith the Lord: He that believeth in Me shall never die.
I know that my Redeemer liveth, And that He shall stand at the latter day upon the earth: and though after my death worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God.
Remember not the sins and offences of my youth: but according to thy mercy, think thou upon me, O Lord, for thy goodness.
Neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things in present, nor things to come, nor depth, nor any other creature shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith; there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness which the righteous judge, shall give to me on the day; and not me only, but unto all them also that love His appearing.
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Hymn CH 551 - Sometimes a light surprises 1. Sometimes a light surprises
3. It can bring with it nothing
The Christians while he sings:
But he will bear us through:
It is the Lord who rises
Who gives the lilies clothing
With healing in his wings:
Will clothe his spreading heavens
When comforts are declining,
No creature but is fed.
He grants the soul again
And he who feeds the ravens
A season of clear shining.
Will give his children bread.
To cheer it after rain.
2. In Holy contemplation,
4. Through vine nor fig-tree neither
We sweetly then pursue
Their wonted fruit should bear,
The theme of Godâ€™s salvation.
Though all the field should wither,
And find it ever new
Nor flocks nor herds be there.
Set free from present sorrow,
Yet, God the same abiding.
We cheerfully can say,
His praise shall tune my voice;
Now let the unknown morrow
For, while in him confiding,
Bring with it what it may:
I cannot but rejoice.
Psalm 90 1. Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations. 2. Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God. 3. Thou turnest man to destruction; and sayest, Return, ye children of men. 4. For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night. 5. Thou carriest them away as with a flood; they are as a sleep: in the morning they are like grass which groweth up. 6. In the morning it flourisheth, and growth up; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth. 7. For we are consumed by thine anger, and by thy wrath are we troubled. 7
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8. Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret sins in the light of thy countenance. 9. For all our days are passed away in thy wrath: we spend our years as a tale that is told. 10. The days our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away. 11. Who knoweth the power of thine anger even according to thy fear, so is thy wrath. 12. So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom 13. Return, O Lord, how long and let it repent thee concerning thy servants. 14. O satisfy us early with thy mercy; that we may rejoice and be glad all our days 15. Make us glad according to the days wherein thou hast afflicted us, and the years wherein we have seen evil. 16. Let thy work appear unto thy servants, and thy glory unto their children 17. And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us: and establish thou the work of our hands upon us; yea, the work of our hands establish thou it.
LESSON: JOHN 14: 1 – 11 1. “Do not be worried and upset” Jesus told them. Believe in God and believe also in me. 2. There are many rooms in my Father’s house, and I am going to prepare a place for you. I would not tell you this if it were not so 3. And after I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to myself, so that you will be where I am. 4. You know the way that leads to the place where I am going” 5. Thomas said to him, “Lord, we do not know where you are going; so how can we know the way to get there?” 6. Jesus answered him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life; no one goes to the Father except by me. 7. Now that you have known me,” he said to them, “you will know my Father also, and from now on you do know him and you have seen him.” 8. Philip said to him, “Lord, show us the Father; that is all we need.” 9. Jesus answered, “For a long time I have been with you all; yet you do not know me, Philip? Whoever has seen me has seen the Father. Why, then do you say, ‘Show us the Father’? 10. Do you not believe, Philip, that I am in the Father and the Father is in me? The words
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that I have spoken to you,” Jesus said to his disciples, “do not come from me. The Father, who remains in me, does his own work. 11. Believe me when I say that I am in the Father and the Father is in me. If not, believe because of the things I do.
HYMN: CH 621 - Jesus, I will Trust Thee 1. Jesus , I will trust Thee, trust Thee with my soul; Guilty, lost and helpless, Thou canst make me whole, There is none in heaven or on earth like Thee: Thou hast died for sinners – therefore, Lord, for me.
2. Jesus, I may trust Thee, name of matchless worth, Spoken by the angel at Thy wondrous birth; Written, and for ever, on Thy cross of shame, Sinners read and worship, trusting in that name.
3. Jesus, I must trust Thee, pondering Thy ways , Full of love and mercy all thine earthly days: Sinners gathered round Thee, lepers sought Thy faceNone too vile or loathsome for a Saviour’s grace.
4. Jesus, I can trust thee, trust Thy written word, Though Thy voice of pity I have never heard When Thy Spirit teacheth, to my taste how sweetOnly may I hearken, sitting at Thy feet.
5. Jesus, I do trust Thee, trust without a doubt Whatsoever cometh, Thou wilt not cast out Faithful is Thy promise, precious is Thy blood; These my soul’s salvation, Thou my saviour God.
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HYMN: CH 169 – When all Thy mercies O my God
When all thy mercies, O my GOD,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the views, I’m lost
In wonder, love, and praise.
2. Unnumbered comforts on my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed.
Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ,
Nor is the least a cheerful heart
That tastes those gifts with joy.
Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I‘ll pursue.
And after death, in distant worlds.
The glorious theme renew.
Through all eternity to thee
A joyful song I’ll raise:
For O eternity’s too short
To utter all thy praise!
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The Lord be with you
And also with you
(Here all kneel)
Let us pray
Lord have mercy
Christ have mercy
Lord have mercy
The Lordâ€™s Prayer Our father, which art in Heaven, Hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it in heaven. Give us this day, our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses. As we forgive them that trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation. But deliver us from evil. Amen. Priest:
From the gate of hell
Deliver her soul, O Lord
May she rest in peace
Response: Amen Priest:
O Lord, hear our prayer
And let our cry come unto thee
The Lord be with you
And also with you
Prayers Almighty and everlasting God. We offer you our hearty thanks for the grace and virtue made manifest in all your saints, who have chosen vessels of your grace and lights of the world in their several generations. We most humbly request that you give us grace to follow in their good examples, and that with them be partakers of your heavenly kingdom, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen Eternal God, in your wisdom and grace you have given us joy through life of our departed servant. We thank you for her and for our memories of her and the many others who have gone before her. We praise you for your goodness and mercy that followed 11
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them all the days of their lives, and for their faithfulness in the tasks to which you called them. We thank you that for her and for them the tribulations of this world are over and death is past, and we pray that you will bring us with them to the joy of your perfect kingdom, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. Merciful God, you have made us all and given your Son redemption, we commend our mother and grandmother MRS WURAOLA KUTI to your perfect mercy and wisdom, for in you alone we put our trust; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. The Grace May the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, the love of God and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with us now and forever more. Amen.
WITHDRAWAL HYMN: CH 361 - HARK, hark, my soul Hark, hark my soul! The voice of Jesus calling Oâ€™er land and sea, in accents as of yore: With healing balm His gracious words are falling On hearts by sinâ€™s hark bright made sick and sore, Gospel of Jesus, gospel of light, Sent forth to scatter the shadows of the night. Pass on pas on, the message of salvation, To distant lands, in tongues of every nation, Proclaiming His dying love from hour to hour, Gospel of Jesus, gospel of light, etc. Do not delay, to every creature bringing The glorious invitation of your Lord; While farthest shores exulting are ringing, With echoes of His own life-giving word. Gospel of Jesus, gospel, gospel of light, etc.
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At the Graveside
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SENTENCES Man that is born of a woman hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down like a flower, he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay. Like as a Father pitieth his own children, even so is the Lord merciful unto them fear him. Thou knowest, Lord the secrets of our hearts; shut not Thy merciful ears our prayers, but spare us, Lord most Holy, O God most mighty, O Holy and merciful Saviour, thou most worth eternal suffer us not at our last hour, for any pains of death to fall from Thee.
HYMN CH 745 - SLEEP ON BELOVED
(The Casket to be put in the grave as the hymn progresses)
Sleep on, beloved, sleep and take thy rest;
Lay down thy head upon thy Saviourâ€™s breast;
We love thee well, but Jesus loves thee best
Good night! Good night!! Good night!!!
Until the Lordâ€™s new glory floods the skies,
Until the loved in Jesus shall arise
And he shall come, but not in lowly guise
Good night! Good night!! Good night!!!
Until we meet again before His throne
Clothed in the spotless robe He gives His own,
Until we know even as we are known
Good night! Good night!! Good night!!!
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COMMITTAL AND PRAYERS Then while the Earth shall be cast upon the Body by some standing by, the Priest shall say: For as much as it hath pleased Almighty God in His great mercy to take unto Himself the soul of our dear Mother Wuraola here departed, we therefore commit her body to the ground, in earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in sure and certain hope of resurrection to Eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ who shall change our vile body, that it may be like unto His glorious body according to the mighty working whereby He is able to subdue all things to Himself. Then shall the Priest say: I heard a voice from heaven, saying unto me write, from henceforth blessed are the dead which die in the Lord ; even so saith The Spirit; for thy rest their labours.
Lord, have mercy upon us
Christ, have mercy upon us
Lord, have mercy upon us
Our Father, which art in Heaven, Hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it in heaven. Give us this day, our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses. As we forgive them that trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation. But deliver us from evil. Amen. Minister:
Enter not into judgement with Thy servant, O Lord
For in Thy sight shall no man living be justified
Grant unto Thy servant WURAOLA Eternal rest
Response: And let perpetual light shine upon her Minister:
We believe verily to see the goodness of the Lord
In the land of the living
O Lord, hear our prayer
And let our cry come unto Thee
Almighty God with whom do live the spirits of them that depart hence in the Lord and with whom the souls of the Faithful after they are delivered from the burden of the flesh, are in joy and felicity: We give thee hearty thanks, for that it hath pleased Thee to deliver this our mother Wuraola out of the miseries of this sinful world beseeching thee, that it may please Thee of Thy gracious goodness, shortly to accomplish the number of Thine elected, and to hasten Thy Kingdom; that we with all those that are departed in the true faith of Thy Holy Name, may have our perfect consumption and bliss both in body and soul, in Thy eternal and everlasting glory through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. 15
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Priest: Go forth upon thy journey from this world, O Christian soul WURAOLA in the Name of God the Father Almighty who created thee. Amen In the Name of Jesus Christ who suffered for thee. Amen. In communion with the blessed Saints and all the armies of the heavenly host. Amen. May thy portion this day be in peace, and thy dwelling in the heavenly Jerusalem. Amen The Grace The Grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, the love of God and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit, be with us all evermore. Amen
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CH 539: Through the love of God our Saviour 1.
Through the love of God our Saviour
All will be well
Free and changeless is His Favour
All, all is well
Precious is the blood that healed us
Perfect is the Grace that sealed us
Strong the Hand stretched out to shield us
All must be well
Though we pass through tribulation
All will be well
Ours is such a full salvation
All, all is well
Happy, still in God confiding
Fruitful, if in Christ abiding
Holy, through the Spirits guiding
All must be well
We expect a bright tomorrow
All will be well;
Faith can sing through days of sorrow
All, all is well
On Our Fatherâ€™s love relying
Jesus every need supplying
Then in living or in dying
All must be well. Amen
PRAYER AND BENEDICTION
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OLATUNDUN KUTI (nee AMOSUN)
It was the night of Saturday September 29, 2012 that “GOLD” took ill, and by night of September 30, 2012, the chariots had taken her away into the presence of her LORD and MASTER JESUS the CHRIST of GOD. As I joined Doctor Moses and two nurses to help her from the car into the hospital her concern was “SILVER”, “Doctor I don’t like the way my husband is breathing, please attend to him”. The Doctor replied, “Mummy you first, we shall take care of him later”. Silver Segun was her concern and to him were her last words on this side of eternity. I never heard a word from her again, and I’ve not heard from her ever since.
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OTHERS “OTHERS” was my wife GOLD-WURA motto: It was as if Charles D. Meigs had her in mind when he wrote the song “OTHERS” 1. LORD! help me live from day to day
3. Let ‘self ’ be crucified and slain
In such a self forgetful way
And buried deep and all in vain
That even when I kneel to pray
May efforts be to rise again
My prayer shall be for OTHERS
Unless to live for OTHERS
Others, LORD, yes others
Other, LORD, yes others etc.
Let this my motto be Help me to live for others That I may live like Thee.
4. And when on earth, my work is done And my new work, in heaven begun May I forget, the crown I’ve won
2. Help me in all the work I do
While thinking still of OTHERS
To ever be sincere and true
Others, LORD, yes others
And know that all I’d do for you
Let this my motto be
Must needs be done for OTHERS
Help me to live for others
Others, LORD, yes others etc.
That I may live like Thee.
WORKING Once she remarked that because her initials spell WOrK, I should not blame her for always working. So also have Maude Louise Ray and Rev. F.H. Pickup penned “MY TASK” which aptly depicts her comportment. Though the calendar says my wife lived 67 years, but my experiences of the moment by moment of virtuous delightfully executed duties (many times in great pains to her physical body and risks to her health) which were parked into her life, I declare with gratitude to GOD, that GOLD had lived 97 years and I bless the LORD for her fruitful fulfilled wonderful life of services. 20
1. To love someone….
2. To follow truth
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3. And then my Saviour
more dearly every day,
as blind men long for light…
by and by to meet…
To help a wandering….
To do my best
When faith hath made
from dawn of the day till night
her task on earth complete…
To keep my heart
And lay my homage
fit for HIS holy sight
at the Master’s feet,
child to find his way To ponder o’er a noble thought and pray And smile when evening falls, And smile when evening falls This is my task
And answer when HE calls
Within the jasper walls
And answer when HE calls
Within the jasper walls,
This is my task
This crown my task.
“TOGETHERNESS” On the 12th of July 1969, uncle Tony Wilmot preached the sermon at our wedding on Pricilla & Aquila – titled “TOGETHERNESS” What a Pricilla my ‘GOLD’ has been, Like the Priscilla of the Book of Acts, my jewel was foremost in service to the LORD, THE FAMILY, THE Church and her chosen profession – Pharmacy. Her first love for Nursing had gained influence on her pharmaceutical practice, wanting the very best out of me always, in all ways. Together we decided on our family verse…“but as for me and my family we will serve the LORD” – Joshua 24:15 (NKJV). Together we’ve been through thick and thin. I have profoundly not been a “breadwinner” for many years, but I always was a good “bread eater” which rejoiced “Golds” heart always. What can I say about her? She was the counseling mother when our one and only daughter OLUFUNTO passed on. What a nurse she was in my many various and varied ailments – neck ache, back ache and the shot to the leg by armed robbers.
CARE GIVER You make her sad and depressed (with disappointment), when you don’t let her care for you the way she loves and longs to provide the care. “I want my granddaughters to know and appreciate that they had a grandmother” She must, and always must, take something to them on a regular basis. “SHE DIED SEEKING CARE FOR ME”
GOLD AT HER GOLDEN BIRTHDAY ANNIVERSARY Read the card Silver sent to Gold at Fifty
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At 60 she was valiantly supporting – Psalm 60:12a A VIRTUOUS WIFE INDEED Proverb 31:10 – 31 • She was a great wife, mother and grandmother • She lived for us; her home and family • She was constantly industrious, ever opposed to mediocrity and idleness • She was self disciplined and orderly • She was aggressively organized and super methodical and Methodist” • She had good and refined tastes. Her love for nature especially flowers made “GREEN” her favorite and special colour of choice always and at any time. • Graceful in hospitality. • Charitable in every time of need (in season and out of season). • Virtuous, for she was ever spiritually minded. • She always worked to draw greatness and excellence from me (I confess the foolishness of my refusal many times) which I had regret upon retrospective reflection. She arrived on this planet on the first day of a month (June1) and she was recalled on the last day of another month (September 30) TOGETHER Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their labour, for if they fall one will lift up the other – what an eventful 43 years of togetherness, but I call to mind that a threefold cord is not quickly and easily broken then. We have stood in a life of cares and tears but she had been such a PILLAR of support, but alone with Jesus (the 3rd cord) my motto now is “THOUGH HE SLAY ME, YET WILL I TRUST HIM” – Job 13:15
Archdeacon OLUSEGUN KUTI (Silver)
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eath is part of Life. Death gives true perspective on what Life is really all about
It’s difficult to encapsulate what my Mother means to me, someone who brought me to life and gave her all to ensure life was meaningful to my siblings and me. She taught us, read to us, sang to us, spanked and scolded us… and loved us with a fierce love! She was always there! Always seeking to know, to understand and to be involved in every phase of our lives… sometimes we thought it was overbearing but it was always with pure, unfettered love!
called you Mum for that is who you are. I called you Prayer Partner for I shared my prayers with you. I called you Mentor, for all the learning points received from you, for over 19years of interaction with you. You called me Daughter, because I was truly yours. You called me Anike, because you liked to pamper me. You called me Inspiration, because you said I inspired you. How I’m I supposed to cope without you? You always had the right answers ready for me. You always had something to give no matter how little.
She was selfless; you never left her presence empty or empty-handed.
I drew strength from your love for God, you related with me as a Mother not as a mother-in-law. I never knew how to relate with a mother-in-law because I never had one.
She had just one true love in her life: my Dad; just as she was his one true love. Who will “Dance with my father” now? She’s “Irreplaceable”, “Unforgettable”, & “One in a million”.
Sometimes I think you indulged me; anyway, that was why you called me Anike.
Of the many blessings any man should pray to have, at least one of the following are important for a good foundation in life: a praying mother Or a praying wife. I had both; now I have one!! I have to go through the next phases of my life without her: this has come much earlier than expected. All I can do is to be comforted by blessed memories, and remember one of the many lessons she taught and lived by: “Do not leave till tomorrow what you can/should do today” Goodnight Mum… ”Until !” ‘Folajimi [ Akanni ] 26
I took it for granted that you would always be around, I had planned out your future [your 70th birthday celebrations, Granddaughters’ graduations, Weddings, Great-grandbabies christenings, etc] You displayed so much energy, you could have lived for ever, because treasures like you are forever. You taught me to be strong and trust in God; at every opportunity you shared your unrelenting faith in the potency of His Word, “Never give up on your dreams” you would say. Your countenance lit up like a bulb, when I told you in 2009, that I was going for a Montessori course, the same
course you had tried to encourage me to take in 2002 but I was not interested then. You just had a way of knowing what was best for everyone. You were happy for me when early this year, I took up additional responsibilities in Ministry, even though it meant more travelling, you encouraged me to serve God and not look back. The last visit to our home, you were so restless over the fact that your grand children had not seen their Topz and YP’s, you ransacked your car trunk until you found some, this is a testament that you left a legacy of Godliness for your Children and Grand Children, whom you loved so dearly. Oh Mum! I have so much more to say about you, I may have to write a book titled “The Angels in my life” and you would be one of them. Simply put, you are the “Wealth of Gold” who now dwells with the saints, worshiping God forever. Unforgettable that is who you are. I have attached to this tribute the message from “Quiet moment” I strongly believe it is a message from you to all your loved ones. I encourage everyone to read it. “When I fall I shall rise again” you were trying to tell me and everyone, that though your mortal body may fall, your spirit would rise to be with the father. You emailed this message to me, through a third party, two days before your glorious home call. This action was most unlike you, especially since we just had a time of communion with the word of God, where you talked about the ways of God; you said God’s ways are past finding out, you also said sometimes we pray and God answers in ways we cannot imagine. True! How could I have imagined this, because that same day we prayed together, yet God answered in a way unimaginable. You hugged me and kissed me goodbye, if only I knew that was my last sight of you alive, I probably would have hugged you longer. I will forever playback the memories of seeing you take your last breath while listening to St Paul’s Cathedral choir chant the psalms with angelic rhythm in the background, when I first slotted in the CD, it was sounding too heavenly, I was afraid and wanted to change it but alas! for some strange reason I could not and instead put it on repeated play. I guess the angels joined the choir of St Paul to herald you home with the psalms , for you love the psalms.
Your transition was painless and glorious, your name had been called. Now you are having the deserved rest. I am most grateful to God for the opportunity to share in your Life, though I wish you had waited at least 13 more years. Goodnight Mum. Your Daughter Atinuke Anike Kuti 27
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Tofunmi’s Poem My Grandma had a heart of Gold Something no human could ever mold She taught us to be courageous and bold “Trust in the Lord” so I was told. Always giving as cheerful as ever Moving on with life she never said never Graceful and polite she was quite clever I loved her before and I will forever.
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Tribute To My Grandma Who was granny to me? Granny was unique and kind to me, she was there when I was born and was there when I needed comfort. Granny was an angel she taught me about God, she gave me hymns and helped me to learn new hymns.
I was devastated to hear she was dead Thoughts kept occurring inside my head Why did she die? Why now? Was what I said As I cried silently and lay on my bed.
Granny was there during all our school events like our prize giving day. Granny never gave up she was like my mother. Every time I look at her picture and try to smile, a drop of sorrow in my heart morns over her death, but I know that were ever granny is she wants us to be happy and always trust God.
Though she is gone I find it hard to believe I always thank God for the life that she lived I will not see her until my time to leave So why not enjoy life the way that she did.
Every morning I fancy granny is there, every night I pray that God will keep her, for that is what she wants. Goodnight granny for we shall meet again.
Toyo’s Poem Dear Grandmother In whom we loved so much You always pushed us further I thank you a bunch Now you are gone I don’t know how to feel Except sad and remorse For not spending as much as I wanted with you But you are with the father Whom you worship and praise Here we gathered To celebrate your life full of Grace We will always miss you Granny. Love your granddaughter Toyosi Kuti
Tit unlola’s Tribute My Grandma was a GOD fearing woman. She was there when I was born. She was there when I was one, two, three, four, five, six, seven and eight. But I wish she could stay for my nineth birthday. Iwish she could see my Graduation or when I’m in year 7. She was the best Grandma in the world. She gave us Topz and YP’s to learn about GOD. She gave hymn books and taught us the hymns. She was there when I had the hot water accident. She was there when I was admitted but she had to go back home. I never wanted her to die at this age. I was looking forward to her 70th birthday, but she’s gone. I pray her soul is with you O’ Lord. Titunlola Kuti
A Tribute By New Est ate Bapt ist Church, Surulere To A Fait hful Church Worker, Beloved Sister, Role Model And Ment or- Deaconess (Mrs) Wuraola Olat undun Kut i
eaconess Wuraola Olatundun Kuti was a gem in the household of God and in the circle of those who knew her. She loved God and loved His people and all who knew her cannot but thank the Lord for her life. She had a heart that radiated the love of God into other people’s lives. She was caring, an encourager who was always ready to share useful information for the good of others. She was a passionate Christian full of life and passionate for the Lord, His ministry and His household. While at NEBC, she put her God given talents to use for God in various departments and committees of the church such as; Children’s Ministry, Women’s Missionary Union, Missions’ Board, Sunday School, Social Committee, etc. She served with others in the diaconate of the church from February 1989 to January 1992 when she voluntarily resigned. She was a member of the Diaconate constitution Review Committee which eventually produced the present constitution of the church. Soft-spoken, picking her words carefully, she would make her contributions to discussions with conviction, focused on one goal – God’s glory.
Even after she and her husband transferred their ministry to the Anglican Communion, they continued to identify strongly with the Church of God at New Estate Baptist Church, Surulere, attending annual church gatherings and celebrations of various members through the years. Sister Wuraola Kuti had her own share of life’s challenges which she faced with Christian fortitude without betraying her faith in the Lord. Her life experiences moulded her to becoming a counsellor to many who drew strength and encouragement from her openness and wise counsel. Her daily life was anchored upon God’s word striving to radiate its principles in her choices and relationships. For our Sister, the struggle is over, the warfare has ended. We are confident that she rests in the peace of her Saviour whom she loved and served so faithfully. Though she will be sorely missed, we continue here on this side of the veil singing the song of victory in the assurance that this is only ‘Goodnight’ and not ‘Goodbye’. We look with a certain hope for the resurrection, to that glorious morning when we will see her again, beautiful and new and together celebrate our redemption and worship the Lamb of God who purchased us with His own blood - our conquering King, Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ.
Tribute t o Sister Wura Sister Wura, you shared our lives for many years and we will always hold your memory as a keepsake in our heart. As we look back at the yesterdays that we shared with you - we remember with gratitude; we remember with a saddened yet happy heart. We remember you for: - The way you lovingly kept the family together despite everything the devil designed to keep us all apart. - Being a source of strength and encouragement for your siblings and cousins. We will always look back on our time with you and we will always think of you with love, friendship, courage and admiration! And today as we sit in the silence, we feel you still, ever near. As we sit here, we miss you - but not with a burdened heart and a bowed head. We miss you for the laughter we shared; we miss you for friendships forged; we miss you in the defiant moments when you stood your ground - resolute in your faith and purpose...and we miss you, each of us in our own personal ways, for all the special intangible ways that you touched our hearts - ways that cannot be defined by words. Memories of you mold easily to our hearts - familiar, comforting...part of us!
A Rare Gem
In the “very little” time I knew you, you meant a lot of things to me. Most of all you were my mother and confidant. You always told me, “Two things come first before work, God and family” and I would never forget that. You were the easiest person to talk to talk to and as I sit back and replay the memorable times we shared together, I cannot but thank God for your steadfast love and unending care. I remember the mile on your face when Sola introduced me to you and daddy. I remember how elated you were on learning that my name was ‘Olatundun”, a name we shared together. I remember the various meetings I had with you and I always returned home with one thought in my head – (that is the most detailed / organized 67 year old woman I have ever met). You named me ‘Adunke’, a name that radiated love and care just like you. I could go on and on but I know one thing is sure …I will never forget you and all you taught me. I thank Sola for bringing such a virtuous woman into my life. Goodnight my wonder woman Olatundun Adunke
Just a year ago, you stood solidly by us through the loss of our Dad and your favorite Uncle Akanbi (Uncle Wura as he was fondly called). Sister Wura - you have taken the last step on your journey home and although you may be gone...you will never be forgotten. In the tomorrows still to come you will walk beside us in the sunshine and the rain; we will speak your name often... and we will close our eyes and smile...because you lived! Your life convinces us that you have met with Christ, our savior and are in a better place where we hope to meet you after we all have worked at our salvation following the steps you left for us. Wale Tubi for the Tubis
Sisi Wura A dutiful,organised & articulate wife, mother and sister of all. REST IN PEACE. We shall meet on the RESURRECTION MORNING. Tunde Kuti
wit h Daddy
Tribute t o Mrs Wuraola Olat undun Kut i
ister Wura, side-by-side with Uncle Ven. Olusegun Kuti mentored us as young believers in our courtship days and as a young couple till her sudden home-call on Sunday 30th September 2012. They both provided for us good examples of a Christian couple, a Christian home to emulate. She mirrored the love of God to us in that her love for us was unconditional and unflinching. She gave generously even when apparently in need herself. She was a pillar of support and encouragement to us in times of crisis and grief in our lives, even when she was herself in grief. She also rejoiced and was exuberant in praises and thanksgiving to God on our behalf in our times of joy, successes and upliftment. She and Uncle were also dependable prayer intercessors for us, never forgetting birthdays of everyone in our family and our wedding anniversary. She was a regular visitor to our home; each visit was used of God to lift us up in Spirit. She always found a reason to give God praise & thanks no matter the circumstance or situation. We thank God for cherished memories of quality times of fellowship with her over the years especially during her last month on this side of eternity – on my wife’s 60th birthday, our last visit to Grace House, her long telephone discussion with “Mummy B” as she fondly called Biola on Friday 28th September 2012 two days before the Lord called her home. We thank God because we have deep assurance that she was very well prepared to meet with her Saviour and Lord Jesus Christ whom she served and represented so well. She lived each day as though it were her last and found ways to touch people’s lives positively for the Lord each day. We trust that she is safely home with her Saviour & Lord Jesus Christ in whose presence we hope to meet to part no more. Dotun & Biola amosun
Great Mat riarch; Simple Elegance
ven though your 70th birthday is 3 years away, I had started to have flashes of the day and the event, but for the fact that we were there as you passed, it remains a rude shock and a bad dream. Especially because we spent the Sunday before together at Efosa’s Mum’s 70th and we spoke on Sunday and Monday not knowing it will be the last. Our regret ? We never made that visit and lunch we planned, I guess we just took for granted that you will always be there but don’t blame us, you have been there a life time, so how could we have envisioned a Grace House without you, your food, your care and your popular words…..”that’s right”…… when you are excited. I chose to title this tribute Great Matriarch because somehow after the passing of our Grandmother, you quickly transformed into “mother of all”, Grace House becoming the new 37 Falolu where we all converged or descended whenever convenient. Also I will not forget to say you made us very proud of our solid heritage of integrity and discipline founded on the Christian faith. You always challenged us to live up to the legacy to which you showed an excellent example. You always shared stories about your father; Stephen Latoye Amosun (SLA) whom none of us had the privilege of meeting. Since your transition, two words readily come to mind, describing your personality; Simple Elegance which aptly describes everything you are associated with and you can rest assured that as we celebrate your life, we will display elegance in simplicity. So in conclusion, we do not mourn as those who have no hope, we miss you already but even in these times we give thanks and rest in the assurance that we will meet again later than sooner at the feet of our Lord Jesus, so we say, see you later……. Deji & Efosa Bankole-Olusina
uch an elegant Grandaunt, And now you’ve gone away, Gone to be with Jesus in heaven, And there you’ll rest and stay. We are not so happy about your transition, But one thing of course we know, In a righteous place you are, Where your spirit will rest and dwell forevermore,
Right now our tears are filling up, We’re so saddened but we say goodbye, Sleep on dear grandaunt, We know we’ll meet again. Teniola, Itunu and Tomiwa Bankole-Olusina 34
Tribute To My Dear Aunt y, Mrs Wuraola Olat undun Kut i
ords simply fail me ..........but I insist on writing the few that come to mind. Sincerely, I had hoped that Deji would have been charged with the responsibility of doing a tribute on behalf of nieces and nephews and somehow that would have freed me of having to perform this onerous task of putting down a few words. I honestly do not regret the rare privilege of communicating my feelings personally. We all called you Aunty and no one dared include your first name! In some families, with the position you occupied in the Amosun family, you would have been called “Big Mummy”, “Mummy Ikeja” or “Mummy Grace House” but “rude” as it may seem, you were content to be simply called “Aunty”! Ours is a close-knit family. We were raised to love God and we grew knowing that we were loved dearly. Indeed I am blessed to be part of such a Godly heritage. I recall the many impromptu nights and weekends spent at Akanbi Crescent and later in Grace House all because my cousins and I were having such a good time and didn’t want to part when it was time to go! Such scheming! It will either be Funto or Sola asking my mum if we could stay over cause somehow we felt if the request came from a niece/ nephew that will increase the stakes of being granted. We always felt at home. When in April 1994, we mourned the passing of my cousin Funto, we no doubt were all devastated! I wondered how we as a family we would ever get through such a loss. We miss her dearly! Then in September 2005, Granny went to be with the Lord! It seemed that the focal point - Falolu was deleted from our paths. Occasionally, I make us drive past 37, Falolu Road just to have a glimpse of the house and cherish the memories of the past! Just when it seemed that our matriarch- Granny was gone, Grannis mi! Miss her too, Aunty, you immediately stepped into the role and I must say, it fitted perfectly! As first-child of the family you had played this role all too well and so no one expected anything less. We all miss granny but you helped in cushioning the effect. I recall when sometime last year I had to attend a 4-day non-residential training in Ikeja, I thoroughly considered the distance between Ikeja and Ajah where I live and I discussed the possibility of staying with Sola. He immediately told me there was need for me at Grace House since Uncle will be travelling and didn’t want you to be home alone. I struggled a bit with the idea because knowing you; you’d not want to be a bother except that I also need-
ed a place to stay. Needless to say, Uncle and Sola planned and executed the coup and Jide and I were
very pleased to keep you company! Looking back, I am grateful I had that opportunity! We bonded even more! It could not have been better! I also recall your concerns about Sola and you’d ask me sometimes “Dola ki lon sele? Cousin e Sola...”. At this, I would stylishly try to find out from him and give the reports of my espionage to you. I am grateful to God that you not only met Tundun, God gave you the privilege to see that desire fulfilled. You radiated love, warmth, joy and trust in God. It was like you had a perfect life, yet NOT SO, because you were human after all. You have had your share of ups and downs; but in it all, you found your strength in God, through quietness and confidence in Him. The grace of God is very evident in you and in all you do. I wish God gave you the privilege to live many more years. God has had His way. Of a truth, you loved Jesus (your Saviour and Lord) and He is pleased to take you at such a time. Even in death – YOU WERE GRACEFUL. You indeed have earned your rest, Aunty. Love you lots! Ifedola & Jide
AMAZING GRACE! HOW SWEET THE SOUND THAT SAVED A WRETCH LIKE ME! Thank God, thank you for being a MODEL. Its hard but with God ALL things are possible! Good night, see you in the morning! Olayimika (Yinkus) 35
Tribute t o Sis Wura
Our Sister, Our Mot her
ow can one begin to write this? A song comes to mind – “All we have to say Baba o, E se” Father God, thank you for the privilege of having someone like you and to have been in the same family as you. You shouldered the mantle of leadership all these years as soon as daddy died; later it became clear it was our heavenly Father that arranged your life even to so do. This knowledge explains even now how dear you are to our heavenly Father. You have been there all over the years, through thick and thin. You taught discipline; love and oneness. You naturally commanded respect. You were a centre point of natural attraction. Even our friends and associates were adopted by you. You were a counsellor, confidant, prayer partner, a friend, sister and mother. Good night our sister, our mother. We’ll see you, by His grace, in the morning. Sincerely yours, Tayo (Adunni) and Lanre
o me, she was a matriach, sister, confidant and mentor.
She was passionate about whatever she did, there were no half measures. She seemed to have an endless capacity to selflessly show love to me and my loved ones. I cherish her leadership qualities, motherly love, practical christian counsel, commitment to family (Nuclear and Extended), passionate service to God and the church and her attention to detail. It is an irony that I still think I can call her to ask what we should do next. All said, I thank God for giving us such a priceless jewel (as her name connotes) and take solace in knowing that we shall meet on that resurrection morning. Goodnight Sis Wura Adedoyin
Dearest Aunt y Wura
am still in shock at the fact that you are no longer with us. Its so so painful and I pray to God daily for the understanding as to why you had to go now. Most especially a day before daddys’ 80th birthday of which you were a great part of in the planning and were looking forward to celebrating the day with him, but alas, death struck... so so sad. I recall the numerous times you called me on phone to discuss the book “Singing with Understanding” which you and Uncle ensured was put together and presented on daddys birthday and yet you did not wait to witness the presentation to God and the church..so so sad. I recall my days in the Girls Auxilliary of NEBC, how you opened your home to us all for bonding and sharing times, your words of wisdom, counseling and most of all your LOVE, we never really wanted to go home anytime we were at Grace House. Your overwhelming love for my family throughout the years both families met themselves can never be forgotten. You gave me my wedding fresh flower bouquet. I had already bought an artificial one and as soon as Funto presented it to me, I just threw away the one I bought because yours was great and befitting and exquisite. How can I forget when mummy was ill how you were a pillar of strength and support for us, you were there for us all till she went to be with the Lord. After her burial, uncle and yourself would always stop by to be with daddy every sunday. Now you are gone... so so sad. Who would prescribe daddys drugs now that you are gone, he would never visit any other pharmacy but yours and would always only listen to your advice on what drugs to take. In fact the last time you visited him, you brought him his drugs that you said would last him till early next year when he would go for his medical check up. Now you are gone...so so sad.
You started praying for daddy and committed the whole program into Gods hands, you prayed for me, my family, work and also my brothers and their wives and children, then you started praying for the end times and how the trumpet would sound for each one of us and that we should be prepared. You also prayed for painless death and glorious end when the time comes, little did we know that the spirit was preparing us for this, but I wander why now. I am consoled with the fact that you are with Funto, Mama and my Mum so you are with family. Thank you for ALL you sowed in our lives. I will miss your words of wisdom and counsel but I know that someday we shall meet again to part no more. I love you but God loves you more. Rest in perfect peace Aunty Wura!!! Toyin Balogun(Dosunmu)
A True Mot her
ou have indeed showed us true love of a Mother. No matter the Circumstance, at the beckon of our call, we can be sure you will be there standing and encouraging with sweet and kind words. Thanks for always been there for us .Nothing in this world can quantify your Uniqueness as a Mother Burede&Adewunmi Akinola
On wednesday 26th of September, you came to daddys house with Uncle Lanre to give him the gifts from the Kuti’s and the Amosun’s you also handed me Uncle Akin and Sister Doyin’s gift towards daddy’s birthday celebration and we had a great time. You spent over 2hrs with us and our conversation was varied from way back till that present day. You got to know some of the challenges I was facing at work and you gave me words of encouragement and when you were ready to leave you prayed. Little did I know that that would be the last time I would see you but looking back now, you actually came to bid us your other family good bye. 39
Three voices from t he family of Funmi & Dele Amosun Tribute t o Mrs W.O Kut i – sister, aunt ie and friend
unty mi, every single memory I have of her is of her love, care and affection. I recall the holidays we got to spend at Grace House, how she would take care of us and pamper us, take us out to visit Granny, buy us treats and made sure we were always happy. Even after a hard day at work she would come home and make sure we ate to our hearts delight. Everything done with a smile and a heart filled with love. I fondly recall a visit when she asked each of us what Nigerian dish we missed the most. I said beans, dodo and garri. She proceeded to prepare the items each person wanted and ensured we ate to our heart’s delight. I will always remember her for her joyful countenance, nothing phased her - no matter how big the issue seemed, she would always have words of encouragement and affirm her confidence in the Lord to intervene. I will always remember her big wonderful heart - always ready and willing to give, always ready to listen and advice. Aunty mi, her life was a precious blessing, a true priceless gift from God. Always caring, always going the extra mile, always nurturing, always selfless, always consistent, always encouraging. That was how I will always remember you. Your consistent ability to make everyone who came in contact with you feel special. Aunty we have big shoes to fill! I distinctly remember how you were always happy to have a house full of us nephews and nieces. No matter how rowdy we became or how much of a mess we made J. Your home was always a sanctuary for all. I have many other memories which I will cherish, and many stories which I will pass on to my children and by God’s grace their children. The last text you sent me on my birthday in September 2012 read “It’s great to increase in AGE, but it’s glorious to be CAGED in/by the goodness and mercy of the LORD GOD Almighty. This shall be your CARRIAGE always and in all-ways in the years ahead, in JESUS Name.” Teaching me not just in counsel, but always by example. I am privileged to have been a part of your life. Love you. My tribute is more like a reflection on my childhood memories of you. I remember looking forward to you coming to visit us in Ibadan when we were kids. You would always bring chocolates from the pharmacy like Mars or Bounty or Twix! J. Till
today, my favourite chocolate is Bounty. I remember us travelling to Lagos once a year and staying at Grace House, excited because it was the “coolest” getaway spot. You would spoil us with our favourite foods – you knew what each of us liked. I’ll never forget breakfast at the kitchen table and lunch at the dining table. It is amazing the things that one remembers and holds dear at times like this. It was at Grace House that my brothers and I watched all the movies that we now know as “Classics”, like The King and I, Sound of Music, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, Judah Ben Hur, Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. These are movies that remind me of you, even now, so many years later. I still remember the little silver bell that would ring every morning, signifying the time for family prayers. We would sing hymns from the small red hymnal and I think also from a bigger one. After the bible reading and exposition (I remember you being impressed with my brothers and I because we learnt to read so young), we would open the family diary to pray for people whose birthdays fell on that day. This legacy lives on in many families who interacted with you over the years. Grace House remains a home, a haven, and you were still the way you always were even as we were growing up: A close and familiar aunty, a mother, a friend. Always fussing over us, always proud of us, always praying for us, always calling us or texting us on our birthdays and wedding anniversaries. You were proud of me when I became a lawyer. You called me “The Law”. I’ll never forget that. You have been more than a blessing. You lived a full life and impacted so many. Even as a child, I could tell that you were larger than life. I know the Lord laughed and welcomed you jubilantly when you arrived home. I can only imagine the joy you must have experienced when you met with the Lord and you no longer knew “in part” but now “in full”. You are now part of the cloud of witnesses and this is even more of an encouragement for those of us left behind to follow in your godly and exemplary footsteps. Indeed you have left such a massive void. We know God is able to comfort us. We who remain behind are blessed to have been cared for by you, fussed over by you, instructed by you, raised by you, loved by you, and we know, by God’s grace, that we will meet again. How joyful that will be! Goodnight. Love always
Tribute t o a dear Sister
ince the early 1960s when Sister Wuraola was a young old Reagan girl, she stood out as a virtuous and examplary youth at New Estate Baptist Church. By sheer will power she equipped herself for the profession of pharmacy. Her dedication to service led to her ordination as a deaconess at NEBC. Her marriage to Deacon, later Ven Olusegun Kuti, produced a partnership that provided answers to prayers of many. Their home and hearts were open to all kinds of seekers. Sister Wuraola was gentle, sweet, loving, caring and ever thoughtful about the concerns of others. Funmi found her to be very trustworthy consistent and dependable friend and great confidant over decades of friendship. Deaconess Kuti was a good and prayerful mother who partnered with other mothers to ensure godly upbringing not only of her own children but others too. Wuraola is a type of Christ who on the agonising Cross was busy settling his mother and fixing the problems of humanity. Even in her last few days she was busy counselling and comforting others. We remember your affective love and cheerful disposition and Heaven remembers your open heart and labour of love. Funmi and Lekan Oyebande
A Truly remarkable woman,
s many will doubtless confirm, an embodiment of the Proverbs 31 matriarch - “...Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.” In addition and not less important, there was a genuinely kind and precious woman behind the public facade. One we were privileged to know both personally and also vicariously through her close relationship with our mother. Her modest gentleness will be sorely missed. Dele, Moji and Gbenga Oyebande
rs Wuraola Olatundun Kuti was my sister, mentor and friend - a great privilege for which I am grateful to God. My Sis was a great leader- a General who God gave a discerning mind. She knew when to lead from the fore or the rear. She also knew when to let go, so that I could make my mistakes and learn from them. I don’t know how she did it, but she never passed judgement. Rather, she concentrated on how to get things moving in the right direction. Little surprise that she had willing troops behind her. I thank God for my Sister who showed me nothing but love. She also adopted my friends as brothers and sisters. She opened her home to us and mentored all of us. Through her, we developed a sense of right and wrong, respect for other people’s views, even if one did not agree with it. She would say “my dear, who is perfect? Only God”. My Sis was a main driver at keeping communication going; she called or sent sms and I visited. At the end of every sms or phone conversation, she would say “God will perfect all that concerns you”. I did not say Amen all the time, but that did not deter her from saying it the next time. She still pronounced the blessing during our telephone conversation a day before she passed unto glory. It was only after she died that I looked for the bible passage. The Lord will perfect that which concerns me. Your mercy, O Lord, endures forever; Do not forsake the works of Your hand Psalm 138 v8. My selfless Sis, she redirected the prayer from herself to me. Why is it that it is only when they are gone, that we realise how much we miss them and how much we owe them. Did I say “Thank you” enough? Did I tell her often enough how much I love her? I probably did not. I am grateful to God that she did see me turn the curve and get back on my feet. I am grateful to God that I could share my dreams with her. I am grateful to God that she blessed me. When I heard about my Sister passing away, it appeared logical to break down, loose hope and cry. But something in me said No. My Sister’s departure should increase my resolve in making heaven. I have too much in store for me there and too many loved ones to see again – Father, Mother, Sisters, Niece. Today, I can only give back, a small part of the blessings she gave to me. I prophesy into the lives of those closest and dearest to her heart - “The Lord will perfect that which concerns you – The Venerable, Jimi & Tinu, Sola & Tundun and the 4 Angels”. Akinola Amosun 43
A Rare Gem, An Ambassador For Christ-Welldone!
he thought of having to write a tribute, on this Saint, indeed quickens my spirit to understand that the presence of God in the fullness of His glory and majesty can only be an experience after death. In the light of this truth, and being mindful of the goal that is set before us for eternity, let us stand firm and continue in joy the unfinished task of our mother, sister, friend, teacher, mentor, grandmother and “my mummy” as she was fondly called and addressed by her beloved husband, now while it is still day.
that day: and not to me only, but unto all them also that love His appearing”. II Tim. 4:8 NKJV. May this be our experience too. Sleep on dearest beloved sister in the bosom of your father till we meet to part no more. Goodnight. Ebun Ayodele
‘Mummy Grace House’ - A woman of virtue, full of Grace, slow to anger but quick to bless. - A woman of purpose, value and of noble character. Vast in knowledge and application of the word of God through wise counsel. - A friend, companion to all ages. - A caring and loving heart. - A pillar of strength and love, bearing the mark of Christ in speaking the truth. - Her heart of gratitude always expressed in humility and sincerity was only a torch of her meekness. - An ambassador for Christ, who lived, served and preached God and mirrored Christ even until death. Dearly beloved, if Mrs Wuraola Kuti’s transition to glory is not the warning sound of the trumpet for the living, I wonder what else can stir us up to be ready. Throughout the changing scenes of my experiences of life with her, her ability to bear the weight of challenges (both great and small) with calmness, in total and absolute surrender to His will beats my imagination. Her resolute stand against any act of compromising her faith even through the present day temptations in business transaction in any form of manner, remain a virtue worthy of emulation. No family celebration was marked without her psalms of praise dotted by prophetic words of faith. Her knowledge of everybody’s landmark coupled with her unique touch of love in gifts and sound doctrine was and can only be an uncommon grace of God in her life. Beloved, on the resurrection morning when all the graves, their dead restore, father, mother, brother, sister and all meet to part no more, are we sure of our stand with the LORD? Our sister Wuraola has changed from mortality to immortality. Having now fought the good fight and finished the race, she can and affirm with other saints in glory, that “Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness which the Lord, the righteous judge shall give to me at 46
he very sudden home-call of Sister Wura is not only a loss to her family but to the entire body of Christ. It is painful and saddening. But who are we to question the Lord’s Soverignty? Our prayers are that the Good Lord who knows best will comfort our dear Venerable (Arc) Segun Kuti and all the members of the Amosun family. Sister Wura was not only a sister to you but a mother to you and your wife. She was a faithful and humble steward. There is no doubt that a great hero in the Lord’s service had left us. May her gentle soul rest in the bosom of her Master Jesus where we shall meet to part no more. Rev Dr & Mrs Richard Oloidi
A sister and Aunt
sister and Aunt - the qualities of Sister Wura/Aunt Wura are boundless. She was a beautiful person in every way, full of goodness and true genuine Christian love. She was able to influence and guide us with strength, love and grace. Her mark on the Fraser family at 1st meeting was so strong that 25 years later, everyone remembers Sister Wura –the woman whose warmth and charm won over all she met. Having her in our lives I can say was a gift from God, as she left an indelible mark which we will continue to cherish and pass her legacy on to our children. Safe in the arms of Jesus…safe on his gentle breast Rest in Peace dear Sister and Aunt Joy and Folake Amosun
ow do I pay respects to you, Mummy? How can I say “thank you” and “goodbye” in the same sentence? How can I translate all these emotions to words? You were a mother, to me when my own mother was far away. You were a mother indeed! A true mother, someone I could talk to when there was no one else to talk to, I could express my fears and pain without worrying about being misunderstood or judged. Someone who knew when I was not ok, and knew the right questions to ask. Someone who’s advice I could rely on, because it was always Godly, and did not shy away from the truth. Someone who cared and shared my pain as well as my joys, who celebrated my milestones and successes. We are taught in I Thes 4:13 not to grieve like those who have no hope. Yet this parting is still painful. And so I say goodbye, with a heart of gratitude, knowing we shall meet again, in a far better place. Goodbye Mummy.
Our Epit ome Of Peace Sleeps On
e met mummy Kuti at The Chapel of The Healing Cross in 1999 during the mission week of emphasis. She took t o us without reservation and particularly paid attention to our daughter Oluwapamilerin Ololade Atteh. Mummy Kuti called her “Laughter of Joy” We saw in her the qualities of a virtuous woman. She appealed to us as a God fearing and peace loving woman. Her gentle nature could only be compared to that of a Dove. Her peaceful disposition and motherly counseling informed our decision to choose her as our daughter’s God Mother. A role she played with a passion until we heard of her home call. Mummy Kuti was ever there for us as we could call her anytime and anywhere for prayers and counseling. In our time of trials, Mummy never relented in praying and encouraging us. Our daughter had just started enjoying Mummy’s counseling as a teenager but God knows why she has to leave us now. We would miss Mummy but our comfort is that one day we shall meet at Jesus feet to part no more. Adieu Mummy Rere!!! Ruth & Femi ATTEH
AUnt ie Wura
rs. Wuraola Kuti’s life was happy and blessed. It was happy because she was always making other people happy. It was blessed because she understood that “it is more blessed to give than to receive”; and boy, did she give!! She baked hundreds of cakes for others and drove countless miles to deliver them. She fed everyone who stepped into her house; and gave away drugs and snacks to those who visited her store. With her husband, she joined the Gideon’s International and gave away bibles. And there’s more; she gave kind words, a warm heart, courage, succor and time. Along the way, she built a close-knit Christian family and ran a successful business. She was truly an example of the believer. One could not meet her and not know she loved God; it was evident in all her words and deeds. I loved and respected her deeply and was extremely saddened by her death; but we do not sorrow as those without hope. To be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord; I imagine Jesus said to her “I was hungry and you baked me a cake”. Femi Akinware
Tribute To Mrs Wuraola Kut i
he Strife is over; Halleluyah. Sis. Wura, that is what you were popularly called in the family by your younger ones. Your name ‘Wura’ means GOLD .i.e A precious jewel and that was your worth in the family. You loved, you made peace, you served your God diligently; a good example to all of us; a rallying point in the family. We will surely miss you and dearly too. You are surely resting in the bosom of the Lord. We love you but Jesus loves you more. That is why He took you away from us and so suddenly. Our Lord is an awesome God. We are sad but the heavens are rejoicing over your return to the Lord. Halleluyah! Omo Olowu Oduru, Omo ajibosin, omo Alaba owo to dade to nsese oba. Owu ki san owo oko, sun re o. Moni (Amosun) Akintola For: Amosun Family 47
My Special Sister And Friend In Fait h . And the two shall become one” God’s design for marriage was exemplified in her relationship with uncle. Their love for God was mutual, spending most of their time , treasure and talent to evangelize through church, personal witness and friendships. Their commitment reminded you “ submit to one another. . . Husbands love your wife as Christ loved the church and wives see to it you respect your husbands” Together they prayed, counselled and multiplied the blessings to many families. The children knew them as big Mum and Dad in faith. Tao and I were blessed with their friendship, prayers, motivation, inspiration, love and understanding for more than thirty five years. Their Christlike love for us made a difference in our lives. Birthdays, anniversaries were occasions we were sure to get a message and a call.
On my birthday five days before she went home to her heavenly Father, she called me, we spoke at length and she reminded me of the text she sent earlier saying “ One day n writing this tribute there are passages in the Bible that at a time sweet Jesus one day at a time” and Romans 8:28. come to life as I think of Anti Wuraola. It’s unbelievable but sadly it’s true the regular phone calls, “A good woman is hard to find , and worth more than text messages are gone. Anti, you were always there for me jewels “Proverbs 31:10 Thank God for the gracious wherever, whenever, however, I have to say thank you again virtuous woman of God Deaconess Wuraola Olatundun and again, you always knew what to say to lift me up. I Kuti my sister and friend in Christ. opened my heart to you and gave you the right to hold me accountable, you were trustworthy, when you spoke it was I had the privilege to meet her when I was a young student something worthwhile and you always said it gently and in 1971, for over forty years she remained a steward of the kindly, you never judged me. Thank you for being someone manifold grace of God, an innocent dove of peace, a pillar I could talk to, someone I could laugh with until tears ran of beauty and a temple of love. She was many things to down my face, someone I could call when I need help, many people, wife, mother, sister, friend, confidant, doctor, someone to advise, understand,and someone who humbly pharmacist, counsellor with gentleness, comfort, kindness reciprocated, you opened yourself to me and patience. She was a picture of the virtuous woman and she was consistent, genuine and real. In her, life was whole We can boldly say, like in Acts 9:36, In Lagos there was there was no sacred - secular divide, she lived, moved and a disciple, a deaconess named Wuraola Olatundun Kuti had her being in Christ. full of good works and charitable deeds , tunics and garments of grace, peace, joy, hospitality, wise counsel, “Many are the afflictions of the righteous but the Lord encouragement and sacrificial love. Her life matched her delivers him from them all” Anti as she was fondly called lips, her code and conduct were in harmony, her behavior had resilience, she walked with you in adversity out of portrayed her belief. She showed the way for the very compassion and love because she had been there and had essence of what a follower of Jesus Christ should be, she walked that path. She had a word of encouragement, shared was a shining light in a world in darkness that needed the a word of prayer and the right scripture I needed to hear. light of Christ. While her passing is a great gain to her it’s a Often she will open her heart to share her experiences and huge loss to her family and many of us who knew her. We it made it all so real. Her home was continuously an open are comforted by the wonderful and joyful memories we house of hospitality with that signature smile and welcome shared and we give God the glory for our wonderful sister at Ekololu, Falolu, Akanbi and Grace house. She gave me and friend. We will honour her by demonstrating her grace, the greatest asset she had, time, plenty of it too. Anti walked resilience, hospitality, humility, trustworthiness and love as with you through joyful times, through pain she rejoiced we allow God through Christ to transform us to become with you and mourned with you as a friend indeed. more and more like Him. “For this is now bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh . . 48
AUnt ie Wura
t was such a shock to learn of Auntie Wura’s passing on to glory. It’s kind of sad to think we won’t be seeing her this side of eternity, but so exciting to think - Auntie Wura is walking those Streets of Gold and beholding our Father’s face and smiling that sweet smile of hers! I always looked forward to visiting at Grace House whenever I was in Lagos. She filled that home with grace and love, it was palpable. She would always look for something for me to take back to the children. She did the same thing in Revd. Kuti’s office in chapel. Sam and I always knew we could get some cookies, peanuts and a drink after the service in that office even when they were not in the office. So many of us children and big children a.k.a. adults were welcome there. The door was always open. She epitomized the Proverbs 31 woman. One of the quotes Uncle Revd used in the chapel goes – your life is the bible some people will read. Sam and I learnt a lot from both Auntie Wura and Uncle Revd - about faith, patience, humility, grace, doing Kingdom business, and walking and working together in marriage, encouraging and caring for one another and for others and showing that you cared. It wasn’t a sermon. It was the way they lived their lives.
‘More precious t han Gold’
unty Wuraola had always been there as I grew up in Ikeja but it was in 1988 as a young medic that she really started to enrich my life. She was a solid source of encouragement in those days, helping me remain grounded in my new found passion for the Lord. I’ll never forget her gentle kindness, her warm smile, her hospitality and real interest in my progress. Her faith in God and her devotion to her family inspired me greatly. I never told Aunty how much she imparted my life; now I wish I did, but I know that she now knows how much she did mean to Lola and I. We think of Uncle and Auntie’s marriage as an exemplar, a beacon down here that helped us understand the value of esteem in our own relationship. We miss Aunty dearly and still hear in our hearts her crackling laughter. We are grateful to Almighty God for the grace she ministered to us all and bless Him for her fruitful life. We are comforted knowing that she has now finished her race and cheers us on in ours. ‘’ Thanks Aunty, for giving so much of yourself ’’ Babafemi and Tiwalola Balogun Gravesend, England
You can’t talk about Auntie Wura without talking about Uncle too. They were a team. When I moved my practice to St Luke’s Hospital on Commercial Avenue, she came to visit me and then came back with Uncle and they prayed for me and over my practice there. We were talking about the Scripture Union one day and I said I used to be a member, they stopped me right there and said ‘you never stop being a member of the Scripture Union’. I am a member of the Scripture Union. I could, like so many other people, go on and on about Auntie Wura - a lovely woman inside and out. Auntie Wura, you will be greatly missed, but we rejoice because you have gone to be with the Lord you loved so much. Sam and Stella Imolorhe
At ribute t o our sister – Mrs Wuraola O Kut i A woman of excellence!
harm and grace are deceptive, and beauty is vain [because it is not lasting], but a woman who reverently and worshipfully fears the Lord, she shall be praised! [Proverbs 31:30 (Amplified)] Our dear sister, We your siblings and our families give thanks to God for giving us the blessed opportunity to be part of your life. You earned our admiration and respect as our big sister. To all of us, you were more than our sister. You were a mentor and a friend. Your relationships with us, individually and collectively, were special. Spending time with you, individually or collectively was always refreshing spiritually, emotionally and physically. A visit to your home - always a solace to us! Many things too numerous to count we observed, but we will mention a few. We noted your love for God, your husband, your children and grandchildren. We took note of your “secret” places of regular daily encounters with God in your room and in the study. We noted your gratitude to God, and your dependency on Him for wisdom, strength, and provision. Very unique was your love for and commitment to family. You celebrated our joys and achievements with us, and shared in our challenges. You extended that care to our friends. You were generous! You gave each of us time, helping us individually to experience how you valued the relationships. In your ways, you were graceful, confident, and firm. You showed contentment and appreciated our small expressions of love. We must not forget your unique taste for furniture arrangements and gardening! After our parents’ call to glory, you provided leadership in the family. Really you have been a leader before then. Our
parents noted and were thankful to God for your exemplary life. You simply continued to provide leadership by the transparency of your life. You challenged us to pursue excellence in all our ways. Was it an easy experience? No, not at all because your level of excellence was not static. The bar was always rising. Your goal was “…. that we will be mature and full grown in the Lord, measuring up to the full stature of Christ” (Ephesians 4:13; New Living Translation). We are thankful to God that you have been a blessing to us. It has been quite a challenging time indeed with your sudden departure on the night of 30 September 2012! Yes, it is true that we have asked God many questions, individually and collectively. Top on the list of the questions was – “God, why?” We received two main responses – 1. Quietness! 2. The words of the chorus of a song that you knew – By and by, when the morning comes, When the saints of God are gathered home, We’ll tell the story how we’ve overcome, For we’ll understand it better by and by Dear sister, by the grace of God, we will all be part of the saints who will give the testimonies of how we have overcome. Therefore we do not say “good bye” to you, rather we say “good night”. We love you and are thankful to God that you shared your blessed life with us. Shalom! Your siblings
Mum Kut i, Iya ni wura!
ittle did I know that the thirty minutes we spent on the phone on 21st September, 2012 at about 10.30 pm would be the last time I would share my fears, challenges at work, and God’s divine miraculous intervention. I called Uncle that day and told him I wanted to pour my mind out. He simply killed the phone and called me back and said ‘am all ears’. I went on for about 15 minutes then he prayed with me and asked me to hold on for you. You were more excited than me when you heard the testimony – as usual you sang, you prayed, you advised and you reminded me of how God never forgets to reward whoever diligently seeks Him. You called the name you always call me- ‘Aunty Gloria, my encourager’. I remember how I will call you to remind me of a song; we would sing over the phone and sometimes talk on the phone as if there were no charges. Age difference was not a barrier to how you related with us. Everybody was either ‘Aunty’ or ‘my sister’ to you. You loved dearly.
of the Chapel of the healing cross will miss you (not just the teachers but the children and especially the teenager’s class – they prayed for you). The evangelism group has lost a member, mentor, teacher, friend, prayer warrior and the wife of their retired Coordinator; the same goes for BISAPP Leaders also. The two groups use to enjoy your hospitality during the meeting held in the office. Uncle misses you very much, his jewel of inestimable value, his mummy, his organizer and real Methodist. The best part is that he is thanking God for the love, care and companionship you shared with him. Thank God I was part of the 60th birthday coup – it was a very successful coup. I will miss your kisses and pep talks, you were humble and humane – a Mother in Israel. Eternal rest grant unto Mum Kuti O Lord and let light perpetual shine upon her.Amen. Gloria Bassey.
For once Uncle sent out text asking us your children to pray because you were sick. I prayed immediately and felt peace within me; little did I realize that He would grant you a final healing and take you to Himself. You sure gave Him pleasure, as no one can share in His glory. Thank God for the grace to finish well, fighting the good fight. Your kind words during those turbulent times were very soothing. You were truly a devoted Christian and everything about you genuine. You were one of the few Christians that practiced what you preached, for your love, patience and kindness I am indebted to you. Mum Kuti, my admiration and love for you grew immensely during the time of my sickness (2002 – 2005). I remember how I will come to Venerable Kuti’s office to give an update because you took it on yourself to monitor my progress. How you and Uncle came when it seemed I was reacting to the blood transfusion and developed cough the night before my operation. You bought me ‘benylin with codeine’ and asked me to finish it within the two hours left for me to stop taking anything; the nurses were not to know I was coughing. How I was donating my food out because I had choice of what to eat, more so home cooking. You even went round Lagos looking for one of my drugs. THANK YOU MUM! Mum Kuti, you were a virtuous woman with a beautiful heart of gold. Encourager extraordinary, the Sunday school
A Gracious Woman
t is often said that the illustration of the godly woman in Proverbs 31 is a composite; a tapestry of several women with much sought after virtues. But, for us, if a single woman came close to being such an embodiment of virtues, Mrs Wuraola Kuti was one. What can one say about her best-in-class homemaking skills, her generous hospitality, and her unabridged commitment to the gospel? Should one talk about the blend of discipline without being censorious, or the brilliantly tended garden which made the home such a beauty? No, we cannot forget the listening ear with the gentle nod, the perfectly timed counsel to many a younger couple and the open door policy. Mentoring and kindness came effortlessly to her. Auntie’s Wura’s open heart and gracious attitude made GRACE HOUSE truly deserving of its name. Only eternity will reveal the extent of the impact this one godly woman had on so many. CLEM and AYO BAIYE 51
Aunt ie Wura
untie Wura, Golden auntie, Aya Eni Owo, mama ‘Grace House’. I am still to come to terms with the fact that death will separate us so early without a goodbye.
ou lived Christ. You reached out in love to all who came your way. You cared for all with the love of Christ.
When Yetunde and mama Ondo (of blessed memory) brought us together, little did I know that it was the beginning of an endless relationship. You captured my family especially my children and brought them closer to God by improving their Christian Life. The introduction of everyday with Jesus, inspiring women, YP and Topz to my family every two months became a ritual and we were always looking forward to a divine source of inspiration.
“Auntie mi” as I always called you, your love for me and my family was unquestionable in the many ways you reached out to us. Is it the way you asked after your birthday mate, my daughter, who you always called “queen”, my husband, you called your “brother” and always assured me you were praying for him or the rest of us? Your joy when I told you of the impending wedding of my son. It turned out that Shola’s wedding falls on the same day and you said, “Not to worry.
When you and uncle white hair first took my kids to the childrens mission, little did we know that this singular act will bring my entire family to the Chapel of the Healing Cross permanently. Melo la fe ka; is it the transistor radio you bought for the girls in their 100 level (that is still very much alive) or their gold wristwatches etc. My siblings still refer to you as my elder sister from another mother. Many other friends and relations still cleverly aske me the genesis of our relationship with ‘Grace House’. Aunti Wura, I will forever miss you, my entire family will miss you and I don’t think my children, especially the girls will ever forget your counselling. O ye Oluwa. I thank God for the life you lived especially your beliefs. Till we meet on that resurrection morning, good night. Funmi Adebule (Olori).
My Dear “ABURO”
y dear “ABURO”, you were a rare gem. A “ROSE” who was full of life and love, but fizzled away unannounced, though quietly to the bossom of your CREATOR on GOD’S OWN DAY - SUNDAY, 30th September, 2012. I will forever cherish your parting kiss with your usual courtesy and humility when we were together on Sunday 16th September 2012 at a BIRTHDAY COMMUNION SERVICE , saying “Egbon mi, e ki Baba o”. Thank you for joining my “EGBON” for all your prayers during my turbulent period, and for my children, their spouses and grand children on their birthdays. Rest in peace, till we meet again in Jesus Name. Your Egbon (MB B.O. Durojaiye)
To A Most Wonderful Christ ian Woman
We will keep praying them. Ari adun be”. Auntie, you were simply wonderful. Your work as a teenage teacher was great. You had passion for your ministry and the children. You were very concerned about the teenagers’ stand with God and always encouraged them to be committed to Christ and live right for Him. When the Sunday School came up with the idea of the children reading through the Bible in one year, as a way of encouragement, you offered to produce hundred copies of a bookmark at no cost to the Sunday School. All teenagers and teachers got copies of the bookmark which had messages like: “I would be true”, I would be there”, “Join the team. Read the Bible”, a poem etc. You did all these with smiles saying “Not to worry” when we expressed our appreciation to you. Breaking this sad news to the children will take the intervention of God. Auntie mi, we will miss you greatly. The teenagers will miss you, my family will miss you and I will miss you greatly. I will miss your hugs and kisses, your words of encouragement, your smiles and dancing during praise worship. The teenage class will surely miss your love and dedication. On behalf of my family, I say sleep well. On behalf of all the children and teachers of the teenage class, I say keep smiling, praising and dancing in the presence of the Most High God. My prayer is that God will grant each and every one of us, whose life you touched, sharing the love of Christ, the grace to live faithfully for Christ Jesus to the last our days, so we will all together be with Him in glory. Sleep on darling auntie. We love you dearly. Eghosa Osadiaye
Aunt y Mrs. Wuraola Kut i
n this life, we meet many people in many walks of life. But there just are certain people who make a significant difference in their impact on one’s life. Aunty Mrs. Wuraola Kuti was one of such persons. There simply was an undeniable virtue, in large measure, upon her life. Her RAOLA Pharmacy was one of the few places guaranteed for no fakes or imitations, and prices that were never exorbitant. I will also ever remember her immaculately kept kitchen and her quiet soft-spoken espousals of the virtues of the professional house-wife, of which she was herself an undeniable embodiment. She was the humble matriarch of a home that exuded at all times a warm welcome and hospitality. Indeed, she and her husband were the informal mentors and models to my wife and me for our own home and marriage. In particular, their life demonstrated how age and years do not necessarily diminish love and commitment. In her Christian life and ministry, she was “deep”, yet the undiscerning could miss this depth due to her self-effacing humility and simplicity. She was able to meet just about any one at the level of their own faith. In a different dimension, I am constantly amazed at how she and Uncle manage to remember, unhesitatingly, at all times, our respective birthdates, and the names of all our children, especially knowing that this must have been the same also for a great many other families?
We thank God for the wonderful testimony of faith that her life was to the end. In the condolence register opened for her memory at the “GRACE”, on behalf of Titi and myself, I wrote eight words, thus: “a heritage of faith; a legacy of virtue.” There can be only a few other words that could more aptly summarise the impact of her life. Yemi & Titi Akisanya
Aunt y Kut i
ou are an inspiration to me to reach my full potential that God has destined for me. Visiting your pharmacy while growing up made me realize that I had to be directly involved in medicine. You are an example of a strong woman with God by her side. I love and miss you Aunty Kuti. Your legacy shall live on.
No coincidence wit h God
here is no ‘coincidence’ with God. He plans, fulfils and makes all things GOOD. He planned my meeting with the most wonderful people at University 46 years ago and kept us in each other’s lives until today. Wura was one of them - close to Minomi (Adejumo), she radiated such gentle maturity and love that she became another ‘big sister’ to me and I called her ‘Sisi’ without even realizing we were the same age-group!
Again, God planned for us to become neighbours, first in a duplex in Akoka (where we became a ‘double act’ of pharmacists married to architects!) And then our own homes in Ikeja where our children continued to grow together. What an amazing couple she and Uncle Segun are (not ‘were’) - loving, SPIRITUAL, and a great example of how God wants us to be with each other. How could they not be blessed with such lovely children who will continue to be a comfort and joy to Uncle Segun. It is truly a blessing and privilege to know you all and know that Wura is with God whom she loved and served. ‘Sisi’ Wura - sleep well. We will meet again. Aronke Oshunkoya
God Is our Very Present Help
eloved,we are at the juncture of celebration; celebrating the life of a saint.
The master has called her Servant Home to be with him. Rejoice and be glad; we shall soon join her as our time will all come. God is faithful, He will see you all through; GOD IS A VERY PRESENT HELP IN THIS TIME OF DEPARTURE AND GRIEF. Be glad and rejoice; we shall meet again at the feet of the master Jesus. BE COMFORTED...IT IS WELL. Pastor Ayoola Berea Baptist Church, Surulere Lagos.
An Unforgettable Friend, Sister And Confidant: did we know that the angels had come the night before to whisk our Sister and friend away so that her soul and mind ‘would not see corruption’!!! TO GOD BE ALL THE GLORY. You left without bidding us a farewell, there was no indication that you were leaving so soon!!. You were a friend and a sister always there with passion to pray with, give, counsel and assist etc. at all times and in all ramifications. You were a woman of great faith: loving, caring and striving to be Christ-like each day of your life. Future birthdays and wedding anniversaries would never be the same without you! We pray that the Good Lord will give our brother Segun, the children, grand children, brothers, sisters and all of us the fortitude to bear this great loss and for unshaken Faith to hold on to God Almighty. AMEN.
o say that we are shocked and devastated is an understatement, especially when we remember that as Christians, we are not expected to mourn like unbelievers!! But as human beings, it is just difficult for us to remain calm and unruffled. “Wuru” (to Miss Roper and Miss Hardy in those days at Reagan), “Wura” to your childhood friend Bosede Akinware, “Sister” to Ladun Bolarinwa and Doyin Oluwole and to our children “Mummy”. Whatever the nomenclature, we loved you with all our hearts. We recalled with nostalgia our most treasured trips to Iwo during our Secondary School holidays to witness midwifery practices, eat “gbegiri and amala” and to enjoy “pampered” times with parents. Our brother Segun kept these memories alive by binding us all closely together, through frequent visits, text messages, prayers and sweet memories of family events, more so they both are Femi Akinware’s God parents, we thank him greatly. We were together to celebrate 1st June, 2012 but little did we know that that was the “last supper.” Our discussions on Saturday 30th September, 2012 were futuristic as we praised God for happy and joyous events to come. Little did we know that that was our last earthly contact with you! We were jittery at Uncle Dos’s thanksgiving ceremony when you and brother Segun were conspicuously absent at the Church Service. Our intention was that the 3 alive of ‘The Big Four’ i.e. 4 daughters of Uncle Dos; would do him proud by telling the World what Uncle means to each of us as our Mentor, Uncle, Confidant etc. Alas! Wura was nowhere to be found even at the reception and we were perplexed but held on to our faith that all was well. Little
To us, you are not Dead, you have just been transformed from mortality to immortality so that you could live holy and pure with Christ the King of Kings forever and ever in Eternity. Sleep on Beloved, take your hard-earned rest, we love you but God loves you more. We shall meet in God’s Bosom, never to part again. ADIEU! GREAT FRIEND & SISTER. You live on in our hearts with love and thanksgiving to God who gave you to us. From The Akinwares, Bolarinwas & Oluwoles
TFarewell Aunt y! Our dearest and wonderful Aunty Gold, Of your goodness let the world be told. A Woman gentle and simple in nature, Meetiing with her, always a pleasure. Your death has left us sad and empty, We pray the Angels will be on duty To help as we cope with our loss, Even as the Heaven Rejoice Sure you are Heaven bound, We shall surely meet beyond Simi and Dipo Onabanjo
Tribute In Honour Of Late Mrs Wuraola Kut i
“Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints” he entire Sunday School of the Chapel of The Healing Cross Idi- Araba received with shock (but with gratitude to God for a fulfilled life in Christ) the home call of our very dear sister, colleague, friend and teacher, Mrs Wuraola Kuti. As a Sunday School teacher, she was totally committed to her calling: not one to miss any of the Sunday School activities and assignments. She had a strong passion for the salvation of the children and with zeal to ensuring that none of the children under her loving care was lost to the world. She was to the very end a faithful servant of Christ. As a fellow teacher she was exceptionally humble, caring, gentle, kind and loving. The Word of God says by their fruit you shall know them. Indeed our late sister exhibited the fruit of the Spirit as the true Christian she was as recorded in Galatians 5:22 Not too long ago she was said to have prayed for an ailing relative asking God in His mercy for divine healing and adding that when the trumpet shall sound may we not be found wanting. The account further had it that when the said relative questioned her why the particular prayer point ,she was said to have responded that it was a good prayer point and that it should be the desire of every true child of God to make Heaven. Our dear Aunty Wura, you have fought the good fight, you have finished the race and you have kept the faith. Now there is in store for you the crown of righteousness which the Lord will award to those who have longed for His appearing…. (2 Tim 4 v 7-8 ). The vacuum created by your transition to higher glory will take a long time to fill as we your brethren and children in the Sunday school will continue to miss you and all the beautiful things you represented until that glorious day when we shall meet at the feet of our Master, Teacher, Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ. The entire Sunday School commiserates with her husband and our very own uncle and partner in His vineyard, Ven and Arc Kuti, the children, grandchildren and the extended family on this painful loss. It is our prayer that the good Lord will uphold the husband she has left behind and grant the family the succor and fortitude to bear the painful loss. May your sweet, gentle and loving soul continue to enjoy the much deserved rest in the bosom of Christ until the resurrection morning when there shall be no more separation, death, pain, mourning and crying….(Rev 21 : 4) ADIEU beloved of Christ! From all your children, brothers and sisters in the Sunday School. Chapel of The Healing Cross Idi- Araba Lagos
Tribute To My Beloved Sister Wura
onderful woman, virtuous in all her ways and dealings. Unstinting was her love for her Lord, her family and the saints. Radiant always in heart, countenance and counsel Adorning the gospel with the beauty of graceful, holy living. On 30th September, Our Lord translated yet one more of His outstanding Generals from His Militant forces to the Triumphant. That was our beloved Sister Wuraola Olatundun Kuti. She and I worked together in unbroken harmony to draft the first Constitution of New Estate Baptist Church with encouragement from Deacon Gamaliel Onosode. Years later, we worked on the review of that Constitution. Sister, your heart was wide open to your Lord and to His children. No wonder your Grace House home was wide open to the saints. Your Lord blessed you with a wonderful husband and, by His grace, you were a wonderful ‘help meet’ for him enabling him to be a one-in-many-millions brother to myriads of us. Your life epitomized the Virtuous Woman of Proverbs 31. You looked well to the ways of your household, and so your dear children rose up and called you blessed; your husband also, he praised you testifying: “Many women have done excellently, but you surpassed them all.” Beloved Sister, your own ‘WURA’ was not gold-plating; it was genuine solid gold. The good Book says ‘with our Lord one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day’. So we can see our Destination on the divine horizon through the rainbow of our tear-drenched eyes and hearts in the distance. We know that there we shall be reunited not too many days hence at the side of our loving Lord to part no more. See you there, see you soon! Olusola Oduko
A Virtuous woman has gone to rest
ou were a jewel, ever smiling, giving hope to us. Knowing you means much to me. Each time I meet with you, you always pat my back and tell me Peace it will be well with you with a face full of smiles. I always see my mum in you and will miss you a lot. It was a rude shock to me to hear of your demise. May God grant you eternal rest till we meet and part no more. Peace Chikwendu 57
Tribute To Mrs Wuraola. Olat undun Kut i to prepare a place for us in His Father’s House. Here, we are constricted by time and space but there, we enter into the fullness of what He has gone to prepare for us. This is where we draw the consolation as the balm to soothe the otherwise painful thought that our dearly beloved sister Wuraola Olatundun Kuti has been called away from us by our Heavenly Father when we still desired her presence among us.
hen Peter, James and John were with the Lord on The Mount of Transfiguration, the experience, at least to Peter, was so pleasant and enjoyable that he wanted them to remain there. He prayed for them to make three tabernacles there for the Lord Jesus Christ, Moses and Elijah to have one each. It was so that the pleasant experience and the joy of it would continue ‘ad infinitum’. In our pilgrimage, God brings us to such places and times and with people with whom we share and enjoy such pleasant, edifying and enjoyable fellowship which we often desire would go on indefinitely. Such were the times we shared with our beloved sister, MRS, WURAOLA OLATUNDUN KUTI (Nee Amosun). Since knowing her in 1966 when she was still Miss Wuraola Amosun, and as Mrs. Wuraola Olatundun Kuti as from July 12, 1969, and relating to and with her in all those years till the last time we spoke in September 2012, the fellowship we had with her continued to be a pleasure and a joy for us, to the glory of the Lord. In all that period of above forty-eight (48) years, the affection we shared in our Lord Jesus Christ was wonderful and edifying and it was all to the glory of our Lord. Being with and talking with her was always refreshing and it remained so much so, that it was impossible to readily call to mind that “here, we have no continuing city”, but are on our pilgrimage with continuing march that sooner or later would get to our being called home one by one as our Father had planned it all along. As Peter and the others had to be commanded by God to listen to His beloved Son in whom He was well pleased, we too have to listen to that same Son of God, our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ who has assured us that He had gone 58
Our dearly beloved one and only WURAOLA OLATUNDUN KUTI who Brown fondly called “MADAM BAALERESS”for more than twenty (20) years now, was unique in the expression of her love, the genuineness of which was very vivid. You could see it in her eyes, hear it in her voice as well see it in her smile. The easily discernible sincerity and love from her heart was always comforting and reassuring and easily seen as flowing from the love of God which the Holy Spirit was shedding abroad in her heart; the Holy Spirit in whose person the Lord dwelt in her. In our pilgrimage together as fellow followers of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, we go through varied experiences both as individuals and as a company of christians. The Lord Himself had assured us that it would be so and in such instances, the role that we play with one another avails much to keep us faithful. Our beloved sister WURAOLA OLATUNDUN KUTI was steadfast in her love; the true christian love that weeps with those who weep and rejoices with those who rejoice. When the wind is on your face and she knew it, our WURAOLA would come alongside you to make it easier for you to count on the Lord to enable you pass through that phase victoriously and fruitfully. When the wind was on her face, she would be humble and gracious enough to allow you come alongside her so you could minister to her as the Lord had enabled you. When the wind was on your back, her joy with you with thankfulness to the Lord flowed flawlessly with the fragrance of true Christian love from her. When the wind was on her back, she would spare no effort to let you share in the joy, to the glory of the Lord our God. Her love was participative, outgoing and accommodating. She would offer to share with you and give you room to share with her. Being with her and fellowshiping with her greatly affirmed the fact that problems shared are problems halved and joys shared are joys doubled. She was such a vessel of God’s blessings to brothers and sisters, friends and colleagues. Several of us have been tearful that she is no more with us.
It is not that her death is tragic. No human error or failing took her away from us; no lack of anything took her away from us; no presence of any unwanted thing or situation took her away from us and no demon, devil or sorcery took her away from us. None of these or any other body, thing or situation could have even dared to do so, knowing whose child she is. Her death was not at all tragic.
AS THE LORD CALLED HER, MRS WURAOLA OLATUNDUN KUTI HAS DONE THE HOME RUN AND IN TRIUMPH, NOW SHE RESTS IN THE BOSSOM OF HER LORD AND OUR LORD. HALLELUJAH, PRAISE THE LORD. By Brown and Maureen Mene
Her death was not a tragedy but a Triumph with a capital ‘T’. The Lord our God who redeemed her, beautified and made her “HONOURABLY GOLDEN” WURAOLA both in name and Christ-like character and who lovingly watched over her in all her pilgrimage is THE ONE who has taken her home because she had been made ready to be in the immediate presence of her Lord and Redeemer. As adjudged by our Heavenly Father, she had run the race and breasted the tape; she had kept the faith; she had reached the full compliance of being conformed to the image of the Son of God and there was nothing more left than to be called home. As for our dearly beloved Brother, Venerable Arc. Olusegun Theophilos Kuti who Brown fondly calls THE GREAT BAALE (from whom the MADAM BAALERESS was derived), we believe and know that our God will continue to unfold His surprising provision for him for every need of every moment along the way. To him we will say this: Considering that the Lord granted for both of you to have lived true to the topic of Uncle Tony Wilmot’s address to you at your wedding-ALWAYS TOGETHER- it is understandable that her having been called away from you at this juncture is tough. That, however, is from our perspective. We know too that our God will neither discount nor ignore this especially as it affects you, but He will faithfully and sufficiently give the grace to lift you above and beyond all this so that you, having all sufficiency in all things, will abound to all that He has assigned to you. Thank God that you already have known long ago that He will not fail you. As for the sons -Olufolajimi and Olusola- and the daughters-Tinu and Tundun-the grand children, brothers, sisters, nephews, and rest of us at the outer ring of the body of believers, let us draw inspiration from the legacy of a true christian heritage that is thus left with us by our mother, sister, aunt and all EGBON AND ABURO, that we may complete our course too to the glory of God. As for Olufunto whom the Lord had called home earlier on, the reunion between mother and daughter must have already been cause for celebration in heaven. Praise the Lord.
Tribute To Young Girl Deaconess Wuraola Kut i For-ever Young Girl, why and how can I expect that the one I spoke to on Saturday morning will be with the Lord by Sunday night. Unable to reach her husband, the Old Boy, who was busy on pastoral duty I called her. The voice was as strong as ever. The information, I needed, she promptly gave me with all confidence. We exchanged pleasantries and that was it. By Sunday night we were all praying that the Great Physician will heal her and restore her to us. But alas her Maker has decided to take her away from this world of sin. So without notice, my sister, co-worker in the Sunday School and Bible Study mate took her exit. She must have been guided by 2 Tim. 2 v 15 “Be diligent to present yourself approved to God, a worker who does not need to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth.” That was Deaconess Wuraola Kuti. If we must sing some tunes let us sing them well: hymns or choruses with correct words and notes; that she stood for, who will now remind us of some tunes when we want to sing those hymns? A teacher of all teachers: The teenage class will miss you seriously. For-ever Young Girl, you will remain ever green in our hearts as one who was always there to think along with others on issues that bothered them. You had words of comfort and encouragement on the tip of your lips, which instantly dispelled all anxiety. I love you Young Girl but God loves you more. Rest in peace. Deaconess Ola Olagbemi 59
Some Thoughts and Observations on the life of Mrs Wuraola Kuti. n my native Ghanaian Krobo dialect, the appellation and forename for a lady ‘I-WURA’ (pronounced as ‘E-Wura’) embraces many beautiful endearments a few of which may be: beloved madam, respected one, my lady, dear, precious, honourable and blessed. It is the younger one who addresses the elder one thus. On some special occasions, the elder calls the younger I-wura, when they feel blessed by the life of the younger who had brought honour and joy to their lives. I have called her I-WURA WURA for years, because she had been a great blessing to me and the family. I shouldn’t be writing an Epilogue or a Tribute to the life of I-wura Wura (my precious lady Wura). She is so much younger than I, but her Christian maturity and application of it elevates her to the position of a senior in the Christian context. I write about I-wura Wura because her life as we had known her and her beloved husband Brother Segun for nearly 40years has been the true story of GRACE. It was through the grace of GOD that we met during the seventies, through my Brother-in-law Ven. Morounfolu Soyannwo (of blessed memory) when they worked together in the Scripture Union. It was through the grace of GOD that she and her husband became our strongest prayer support in sickness, in good health, in our joys and in our sorrows. They never forgot our wedding anniversaries or birthdays of our grown up children. When the LORD eventually brought them to the Chapel of the Healing Cross, that added yet another dimension to the relationship. They became family. They love music and used it in every area of their ministry. I-wura Wura registered for piano lessons at Boluduro Cottage, and took lessons for a good part of a year making giant strides at the Keyboard. Her grandchildren took up lessons from where she left off and they proved to be persevering and unusually teachable. I admired their zeal and their Grandma’s concentration and encouragement. I-wura Wura’s life in the Pharmacy RAOLA, portrayed the grace of God in every angle. Evangelical books, Christian tapes did not sit long on the shelves. They were purchased by those who needed Spiritual healing as well. It is through grace that the LORD sent her to lend us a car and a driver for 5 working days to help in preparations for a marriage at our home.
We shared a hotel room together in Calabar some ten years ago and we talked till late; but the next morning, I got up early to see her already on her knees. Oh! She was such a blessing. The Lord has blessed her with blessings of the upper and nether springs. By God’s special grace, her marriage to a devout and devoted Brother Segun can be clearly seen, a lovely family, and a life, long enough to see her children’s children. It is all of Grace. She will be terribly missed. As you approach her home in that quiet close, GRACE stares at you in green leafage, the home that I-wura Wura ran with tender loving precision. You just want to sing a song of Grace and just thank God for His Grace. Which better one is there than this? Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy GRACE; Streams of mercy never ceasing Call for songs of loudest praise, Teach me some melodious measure Sung by flaming tongues above O the vast, the boundless treasure Of my Lord’s unchanging love. O to GRACE how great a debtor Daily I’m constrained to be! Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, Bind my wandering heart to thee. Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, Prone to leave the God I love; Take my heart, O take and seal it, Seal it from thy courts above! We thank God for His grace in allowing us to share this generation with this precious lady and her family. There are so many fine things I could have written about I-wura Wura, but I don’t want it to sound like a reference letter for a job in heaven. She is far above our praises because she is already there. She has let her light shine so brightly before men, that we are left no other choice but to give Glory to God our Father in heaven. Fondly remembered by Sister Edna & Brother Sofoluwe and family Soyannwo.
Grandma Kut i,
Tribute t o my cousin, Sister Wura.
can’t believe you’re gone. It seems so unreal. I still think I’ll be walking out of The Chapel of The Healing Cross and hear you asking with that signature smile ….” So Ope, how are you doing?”.
ister Wura was the Head Girl when I was in Form 1 at the Reagan Memorial Baptist Girls’ School, Yaba. Indeed she must have been found worthy in character and learning to have been made a Head Girl.
I put off writing this because it makes it so real and I don’t want to believe it is. I was planning to invite you to lunch, just to spend time with you . I wanted to take you to one of those exotic new restaurant. You always said you liked trying out new things ( huge smile!) …. I put it off for so long , thinking I had time but alas ! I didn’t
An incident occurred in the 2nd term of my Form one, it had to do with adding up of my exam marks which was wrongly done, making me loose some marks and position; she saw me in a corner crying, she took it upon herself to approach the teachers concerned (empathy), and the corrections were made. She must have been of strong character for daring to approach the teachers. I admired her gait, always dressed prim and proper in starched and well ironed blue pinafore and spotlessly clean white blouse, with her beret perched elegantly on her head. Many of us aspired to be like her when we get to our 5th Form! What a role model! She was a no nonsense young lady then.
I want to say “Thank you Ma” , you were amazing; your wisdom, gentleness and firmness helped me through many tough times. The way you candidly shared the ups and downs you had experienced in life, helped me face some of mine and the proud look on your face every time I accomplished something new made me more confident in my God given gifts and abilities. Your unapologetic love for Our Master, Lord Jesus was so evident it couldn’t be doubted, It showed in everything you did and even though you might not have known this, It challenged a lot of us “your babies” to love The Master more. I am so proud of you Ma. You would say “ Ope when I see HIM”, Now you have seen him and it must have been so glorious!. Many years from now, when I come home, I look forward to worshipping before His throne with you. Thank you so much Grandma Kuti for being one of God’s gifts to me, Love always One of your Daughters in The Lord Ope Oduwole
The strength of character was also exhibited when she was on admission at LUTH in the late 70s and another old student, a nurse, wanted to go through he case note, she authoritatively, but calmly told her that she was not supposed to do so – another strength of character! I said in my mind “once a head girl, always a head girl!”, but I dared not say it out! She was quite deep and gave me a lot of insights into things I take casually, looking and analyzing things from God’s/religious perspectives. She was an encourager, always asking after my brother – “cousin nko, e ma jinna si won o!” I admire the way Sister Wura called uncle “my dear”, though I never mentioned it. She was indeed “Gold”- her name. She was a gift to all and I thank God for giving her to us. Sister Wura, Rest in Perfect Peace in the bosom of our Lord whom you loved and faithfully served. Dr. Mrs. Abiodun Oduwole.
Mot her! Mot her! Mot her!!!
o you must have to go and in a hurry too? Not even a chance to visit you, even in hospital, to behold the love on your lovely face, to feel it in your soft spoken word of advice and encouragement. Not even a chance to say good bye, mother? Mother, you were indeed a wonderful woman. Full of energy, larger than life itself, this makes me not to belief that you have actually departed this world. You were always all over the place ready to satisfy everyone and refusing to listen to anyone to take a rest, even when you were ill. I can remember sometimes chiding you and saying ‘mummy, relax now, just tell me what to do and I will assist’, and you will always reply ‘don’t worry my dear, it’s alright, I’m ok, I can manage’ and truly, you seemed to be coping alright. But little did I know that we were tiring you out little by little and you never complained but you were absorbing every stress we were giving you. As many as come your way, you had impacted positively on each one – young and old alike. You were a friend and a mother to all of us, to me in particular. You and daddy never forgot my birthday; with your prayers and good wishes for me. Sometimes I may have forgotten but your text or call would always remind me. I love you mother! Mother, I guess I am now left with only the memories of my association with you both in Church and at home. In all those places and moments it had always been, Cynthia, take this, Cynthia, take that. You always cherished giving and never got tired of doing that. When you had a cold and I visited, mother, you still had to drag yourself about looking for what to give, give & give, when I complained, you gave your usual response ‘it’s alright my dear, it’s alright, I’ll be fine’. In between all these you would always assure me that you were always praying for me. Now that you are gone, how can you witness and rejoice with me in all your good wishes for me? Definitely it cannot be in that cold grave.
Mother, how I am pained. I had planned that during my forthcoming leave I must find time to come and spend time with you and appreciate you and daddy for your expression of love and kindness towards me. Now how do I go about doing that? I cannot now appreciate you in the grave. Mother, your sudden departure has reminded me once again of the futility of procrastination. Perhaps, if I had done what I had always planned to do before this sudden departure, the pain may likely not be felt as much. How I do miss you mother. I remember on one of the New Year days some years back when I called you and was bemoaning my challenge in my home, and in your usual gentle way you asked me to learn to sort out family issues personally, and that you had just told your daughter the same thing. When we saw later, you explained to me why you said that and asked if everything was sorted out, to which I replied in the affirmative. Mother, truly you were right because from then I learnt to personally sort out my family issues. Mother, I write this in tears because of the reality that you are no longer here with us, but I also feel joy because I have no doubt where you are at the now – with your Creator, who is all-knowing. I do believe that with time I will get used to the reality and forge ahead because I must not disappoint you whether you are here with us physically or not. I will continue to relive my valued relationship with you. Mother! Mother!! I can go on and on writing about who you were and what you represented because you were a priceless gem. I do greatly miss you mummy. But will I continue to shed tears? No! Tears can never bring you back to us but memories of you can still keep you very close to our hearts. Yes! I know such memories will surely gladden my heart! Do I say good bye then? Yes mummy! Good bye!! I must face the reality that I will NEVER see you again till we meet at the feet of Christ when trumpet shall sound. JESUS LOVES YOU MORE! GOOD NITE MOTHER!! Cynthia Simon-Aneke
Tribute To Mrs Wuraola Kut i
hen Christians grieve, as we must, we grieve in hope. It is unhelpful to think of those we mourn as people we have ‘lost.’ They are not with us any longer, but they are not lost. GOD has them and is keeping them safe! ALLELUIA!! It is with this assurance that I present this brief tribute to our beloved, calm, cool and collected ‘Soldier of CHRIST,’ Mrs. Wuraola Kuti - aka “Mama Yard.” Messages have been pouring in from the women and girls of the Diocese of Lokoja during the tenure of my husband, Rt. Rev. George Bako, the pioneer Bishop (October 18, 1994 - October 18, 2004). In the company of her darling husband, before and after his ordination, Wuraola served the LORD quietly but very effectively. She never missed any of our annual conference of the Mothers’ Union & the Women’s Guild which were held in the ten Archdeaconry Headquarters in turn. The most spectacular conference was in Gboloko. In order to get there, all the clergywives as well as the delegates crossed the River Niger by boat from Lokoja to Shintaku. Delegates from Akabe, Kpata and Atte joined us. The trip turned into a picnic such that many of those who had riverfright were not unduly reactive.
All glory, laud and honour be to GOD who has called her back to Himself. Her life is a BLESSING, her memory a TREASURE; she is LOVED beyond words and will be missed beyond MEASURE by many people too numerous to enumerate. For as long as we have breath, we will continue to BLESS the LORD for her family’s remembrance of us particularly on our special anniversaries, and endeavour to spread the JOY of this caring spirit to the uttermost end of the world which has become a global village indeed. On behalf of the entire Greater-Bako Family, all the families that make up the Diocese of Lokoja, Church of Nigeria, Anglican Communion, I commend Wuraola’s ‘First Baby’ - ‘Ndaman’ Ven. Arc. Olusegun Kuti, their precious children - Jimi, Tinu & Sola, and adorable grandchildren ‘Tofunmi, ‘Tayo, ‘Tomilayo (aka ‘Everybody’) & ‘Titun into the caring hand of ALMIGHTY GOD. All is well. May her soul rest in peace. May light perpetual shine on her soul........Amen Mrs. Adejumoke O. Bako, aka Mama Lokoja-in-Lagos.
It is a great thing to serve the LORD, walking in the light of GOD. We are all in full agreement with St. Paul, that Mrs. Wuraola Kuti has fought the good fight, she has finished the race, she has kept the faith. Henceforth there is laid up for her the crown of righteousness, which the LORD, the righteous judge, will award to her on that Day, and not only to her but to all who loved CHRIST’S appearing. (2 Timothy 4:7-8) “And now we give You thanks; because through Him You have given us the hope of a glorius resurrection, so that although death comes to us all, yet we rejoice in the promise of eternal life; for to Your faithful people life is changed, not taken away, and when our mortal flesh is laid aside; an everlasting dwelling place is made ready for us in heaven.” I will miss her spontaneous advice and encouragement which frequently came in the most unexpected form and charming manner. She lived a most fulfilled and exemplary life. A virtuous woman, who can find?