Beatrice Oyinkansola Olayemi

Mummy Akoka, as we fondly grew up calling you, a name that seemed common among the Olayemis. She was a woman of great respect, significance, and unwavering support. She held a special place in our family and in our hearts.

As a little boy, I remember my mom often warning me that she could take me to Mummy Akoka’s house for disciplinary actions whenever I was being defiant. This used to make me wonder if she was truly someone to be afraid of. However, my first encounter with “Sister,” or Mummy Akoka as she was usually called, quickly erased those fears. Instead of intimidation, I was met with consolation and relief. She was warm, loving, and deeply motherly toward me. While there was firmness in her words, especially whenever she asked about my schooling, it was always rooted in care and genuine concern.

Her support for my mom during one of the most difficult periods of our lives, after the loss of my dad, was truly remarkable and will never be forgotten. It spoke volumes about her character and the depth of her compassion.

My last conversation with her was nothing short of amiable. She encouraged me to take good care of my mom and expressed her desire to see her again soon. That conversation remains dear to my heart.

Mummy Akoka was truly a wonderful woman with a golden heart. She will be deeply missed, not only by me, but collectively by the entire Olayemi family. May her soul rest in perfect peace.
Adeniyi Olayemi