My sweet sweet sister Oduraa, I love you!
I pinch myself many times in a day to make sure this is not just a bad dream.
Oduraa, means compassionate; and that was exactly who you were.
You were an embodiment of kind, thoughtful, selfless….just good.
It breaks my heart that I won’t get to see you again but it breaks my heart even more that my children will never get to experience you.
We had so many plans for our unborn children and how mummy would take shifts at each of our houses.
The kind of love you showed me Oduraa was unblemished. I sometimes looked at you and thought to myself “so this girl is my sister, Ei I’m blessed oo”. You wanted nothing but the absolute best for me. There was no rivalry with us- it was pure love! You wanted me to succeed. From how you monitored my academics to making sure I could get my part correctly every time I sang. Oduraa you were selfless, and I will forever be grateful to you. I know the plans you had for mummy. The love you had for her was a different kind of love- always ready to please her and make her proud (which you achieved effortlessly, mainly because mummy is naturally proud of us).I have never met anyone who lived for someone else. You lived to make mummy happy. You never forgot to thank her for all she did for us.
“Mummy, thank you”.
Living a life pleasing to God was one of the things I copied from you. Your life brings meaning to the scripture that says “Train up a child in the way he should go: And when he is old, he will not depart from it.”. You did not depart from God. I remember the promise we both decided to make to God. You kept your promise, and as always, following your steps, I will keep mine.
Following your dreams and ticking them off your checklist one after the other, you were the best role model any sister could ask for. You made plans and you carried them out! You were consistent with whatever you put your mind to. If “once I start I must complete it” was a person, it’d probably be Oduraa. Once you put your mind to something, it will be done and done properly.
Many times I was asked who my role model was and I’d say “Oduraa is my role model but don’t tell her”. I never let go of a chance to brag that she was my sister. I was so proud to call you my sister.
“Aba, make sure you always have cash on you, not everyone takes Momo”.
“Aba, make a to-do list and follow it so you can have a productive day”.
“Aba, write down your goals and pray about them while you work towards it”.
“Aba, if you need something ask me I’m your sister”
“Aba, you should have told me you were in a bad mood so I could give you some space”.
“Aba, what should we get mummy for Mother’s Day?”
“Aba, mummy‘s birthday is coming, let’s start planning”.
“Aba, I want your opinion on this matter”.
I miss the sound of your voice, your laughter when we are gisting, and your encouragement anytime I am down. Words fail me but one thing I’m sure of is God never failed you. You are an example to many and even in your death, you still impact lives.
I promise to make you proud. I love you so much my sweet sister Oduraa.
Your memory lives on.
Rest in peace my sweet sister, Oduraa.