Super OD, you were not just a friend or a buddy that CLP gave me, but a sister.
I miss your laughter, your screams, your videos, your admonishments, prayers.
I miss screaming your name “Oduraaaaa!!!!” I miss everything. I remember countless times I told you to tell mummy to adopt me so I can be your sister officially and you kept telling me, with or without papers, you’re still my sister.
Oduraa, your departure has left a void in my life, pains in my heart and tears in my eyes.
I remember countless times I text you forgetting you’re no more.
I loved you OD, I still do and I will forever do.
Super OD, keep resting in the bosom of thé almighty.