Happy 70th birthday, Mama
When I think of mother,
I do not remember intellectual accomplishments.
I do not remember mathematical times’ table or state capitals.
I do not remember a brilliant eloquence of speech.
I do not remember wealth or possessions
I do not remember fame or fortune.
I remember a genuine love and care.
I remember elegant manners.
I remember unreproaching kindness and persevering attention.
I remember gentleness and candour.
I remember quality time.
I remember she was/is always there.
God can write on crooked lines. My mother can read from crooked lines.
Make -up by……..That thing looks like white powder to me sha.
Ready for church, guys?
“Is everything set? Okay. We are on our way.”
Princess and Champion representing!
My son in whom I am well pleased.
Selfie time!
Nephews
Oya, let’s go to church
Na who born this fine girl?
Iya ijo.
Uncle of Life
Chairman/CEO Planning committee, Coolest uncle.
Family is bae
Biggie
I have no idea what I was doing here
Awon t’emi l’Abuja. All the way!
The Onayingbos
Abbey City!
Give me a J!
Why do we spell Jesus when cutting cake, really? I don’t understand. Anyone?
Birthday girl.
Sisto and Chairman
Omoge
Happy 70th, Iyoyen! May this smile remain permanent.
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I remember you eating my own portion of fufu😃
Hahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!