Ah, Aunty Mojoko!
If only your dear ‘Sist’Elisabeth’ could speak as eloquently as she once did when she was your Basel Mission Girls’ School teacher, we are sure she would talk about the memories from all those years during which she was virtually your mother. She would surely tell us that story for the umpteenth time, of how you (and your friend and classmate Enanga Lyonga), took advantage of your privileged position as little sister of the teacher and boldly announced to her, in front of the whole class, “Sister, we we dey hungry!” She would recollect with fondness the nurturing she provided for you, the discipline she instilled in you and the advice she gave you as you blossomed under her roof from little primary school girl to pretty university graduate.
And from the years after you became independent of her and blessed by the Almighty, I am sure she would remember your ever-ready solicitude, your care and concern for all that involved her and the promptness with which you gave her your support.
Now that you are gone, she cannot say much but we know from the tears that fill her eyes that her heart bleeds for her little sister who first suffered so much pain and then tragically ended life’s journey ahead of her.
Ah, Aunty Mojoko, if only Mummy could speak, we are sure she would say, “fare thee well, little sister, yondo szwelele! Go on ahead, little sister and then wait to give us welcome! “