My grandmother, my last grandparent, died two weeks after celebrating her 97th birthday. I’d always imagined than when she died, all of her grandchildren, maybe great grandchildren and family would be there to celebrate her amazing life. However, due to the travel restrictions currently in place, we can’t be physically there to send her forth. Notwithstanding, we will celebrate her life now and when we are able to, we will celebrate again!
I have written a tribute to my grandmother which I want to share with you all.
My grandmother, a gem of inestimable value, a hero, I stan!
My grandmother was a strong woman in every sense of the word. I’ll talk about her spirituality first because that’s where her strength came from. Grandma loved God and was a good Christian. She was always praying for her loved ones and for this world. She would never end an encounter without a shower of blessings and prayers on me. She loved going to church and worshipping. Even when she wasn’t very strong physically, singing a hymn or worship song called forth strength from her reserves and you’ll find her dancing to her God, the Lover of her soul. Even when she could not physically attend church I remember she’d give my mum her offering money to present on her behalf. That’s how much she loved God. There was never a case of “out of sight, out of mind”. This was her greatest legacy, her love for God that has passed down the generations.
Grandma was a woman of principles and order. She believed things should be done the right way. She was honest and did not believe in cutting corners. Everything she taught me to do had an SOP, yes even making pancakes or semolina. She would measure everything out. She was meticulous.
Grandma believed in education, no matter what form and she took an active role in education. She believed everyone deserves the best standard of education available and did her best to offer her best. I remember her lesson classes for the neighbourhood children in her basement. She was an educator at heart and not only taught arithmetic but also life lessons, morals.
Grandma was hardworking. She was a “go hard or go home” kind of woman… and when I say home, I don’t mean her home. She had no patience for laziness. You couldn’t get away with doing a shabby job for her, she’d find you out. She believed in giving your 100% to everything you did. She led by example in her own life. She gave her all to everything she set her mind to.
Grandma was generous. She always gave to people but she was also financially savvy. She would always ask us what we want and even when we did not ask for anything, we knew we’d get something from her. Her chinchin packages have become legendary amongst our family friends because her generosity extended to them. She was a giver through and through. She gave her money, time and wisdom.
Grandma was loving. She had a large heart and could fit everyone in. She loved fiercely. Oh yes she dished out tough love but that was for our good. She hardly said the words “I love you” but her actions echoed her love.
Grandma was talented. She was a true creative at heart. I wish I’d sat down with her to write down some of her recipes. She could cook up a storm and her repertoire was out of this world. Her alapa was amazing. She could make all sorts of pastries and dishes. She had green hands and was always planting or tending plants. Even in her 80’s I remember her going to water her pawpaw plants. She’d always get my dad to examine her plants when they weren’t doing well and suggest solutions. She had a good sense of humour. I think I get my creative side from her.
There are experiences that grandma and I share. Things that only grandma taught or showed me. Grandma taught me to use the grinding stone (olo) to make small sauce. I remember the frustration of grinding tomatoes on that olo but we did it. I remember fetching water from her konga (well), the earliest time I used or saw a well LOL! She didn’t like us fetching the water from the well ourselves (because we were still young) but one day I did and I think I dropped the doro (water receptacle) in the well!
Grandma taught me to use her Singer sewing machine. Together we made a miniature dress. I always planned to sew an actual outfit with her but never got round to it. Grandma was the only one I wrote to in Yoruba, not because she could not speak English but because it was our thing. It helped me practice my written Yoruba. I looked forward to getting your letters, seeing the curvy, sloping strokes of your writing.
Grandma there is so much you taught me and showed me, so much that I can’t write. I am glad and proud to have had you as my grandma. You will forever be in my heart. I love you dearly.
Your Amopeola
Glossary
SOP – standard operating procedure

Alapa – a local dish made from melon seeds, in the form of a triangular pyramid. Basically moinmoin but made with melon instead of beans
Olo – a slab of stone (?granite) used to puree/grind foods.
Konga – a well of water, dug deep into the ground
Doro – a water receptacle, usually made of rubber, tied to a rope and used to fetch water from a well.






If you’re single like myself, please try not to be miserable. Treat yourself. Have a nice time with a friend or phone a friend you’ve not spoken to in a while.
Randomly one day I happened to sit next to him in church. We spoke a little and he seemed really nice up close. I managed to get his name, clever girl that I am 🤣 At least now I knew one thing about him! I wanted to find out more about him; my main question being is he single? I knew there was no point in me “catching feelings” or fancying somebody or even something as benign as somebody catching my eye if he’s taken. However, I never really got the courage to actively find out more about him, I was just hoping somehow our paths will cross again.
Anyway I was randomly chatting to a friend in church and it just kind of came out mid conversation that this my crush guy is getting married! What a wow! Not even like he had a girlfriend he is full on getting married! Of course I am happy for him but wawu! I’ve just wasted my “fancy” capacity on somebody who is not even available to be fancied (not that anyone sent me on this wild goose chase … still …).
Ok, so that is my rant over phew 😢🤤 So then what should be the universal (not too much to ask right 🤣🤣) that people should give each other. It needs to be a symbol or something that indicates that the person in question is off the market (at least at that point in time).















