Oluwatope, My sister. My friend. Thank you for accepting me as a sister. I never felt like an 'Iyawo' with you. You used to tease me that I stole the position of your brother in your heart. You loved me, warts and all. Thank you for the bellyache laughters, the teasing, the prayers, the business/entrepreneurial advice. You love my children like your own. What do I tell Mokira and Teti? Who do they tell their never ending stories to? Who will Mokira speak her 'phonetics' with? Tope, this hurts. Really hurts.....but God knows best. I love you, Oluwatope. Send me a hug sometimes, I'll be needing it.