Wuraola Margaret Abimbola Adebolu

Wuraola (Gold Of Honor)
Iyaniwura (Mother is Gold)

Dearest Mom, Your are golden, pure refined, undiluted gold.

I miss the way you call me your sugar Candy.

I miss the way you sing "my dear lollipop, you make my heart go giddy up".

You are resting now, you have finished your race. I pray that I can be the mother you were to me, to my children.

I really needed you these past few weeks, but I still hear your voice in my mind, "get out of bed, do your exercise, take a shower and face the day, do what needs to be done."

I have done that everyday, since you passed.

I can't wait to see you in the resurrection.

You and Sola have a lot of explaining to do.

To my grandma Gold, my Gold of Honor.

I love you more than I am able to express with just words and I love you more than I am able to communicate.

While this is extremely difficult for me, I’m finding comfort in the fact that I know you are resting now.

I miss the way you used to sing to me, I miss the way we used to dance together and I miss when you would come and visit us in London.

I miss when we would go on walks to nowhere in particular, just so I could spend time with you and I miss when I would sit on the end of your bed, listening to you tell stories about your life experiences and the events that took place, that made you who you were.

I am who I am because you were you.

You had a way of telling stories that would captivate the listener and a way of making everyone that met you feel loved and valued.

Every time I told you I loved you, you always told me that you loved me more or you that you loved me trillions. You were so filled with joy and you couldn’t help but to spread that joy to others around you.

Despite the geographical distance, there was never an emotional distance between us.

And while I do feel a void in my heart now, my heart is still full knowing that I was able to love you and be loved by you.

Grandma Gold, I love you trillions and I will miss you forever. ❤️

- your Afunkuze

My dear Aunty,
It is difficult to believe that you are gone. I still cherish the memory of seeing you in 2022 during your visit to the UK. A visit that became possible because my dear dad, your brother, never stopped asking after you and longed for us to reconnect 'Se o ngburo aunty  e Wura?" I will always be grateful for that precious opportunity.

You were a beautiful soul, both inside and out. Your radiant smile could brighten any room, and your gentle presence left a lasting impression on everyone who met you. That beautiful smile is one of the many things I will always remember.

Today, I find comfort in hoping that you have been reunited with your beloved brother, my dad, who loved you dearly and always spoke of you with affection. I can only imagine the joy of that heavenly reunion.

As we bid you farewell, we also reflect on the passing of an entire generation. All of your maternal siblings have now gone. Though your absence leaves an ache in our hearts, we are grateful for the love, memories, and legacy you all leave behind.

May the Lord grant you eternal rest, and may perpetual light shine upon you. You will be deeply missed, but lovingly remembered always.

Rest peacefully, dear Aunty.

*Tribute in Honour of Mrs Margaret Wuraola Adebolu*
It is with heavy hearts yet deep gratitude that we celebrate the life of our beloved mum Mrs Margaret Wuraola Adebolu.
Miss Ifaki as fondly called lived two beautiful callings, an educationist and a beauty peagent, she excelled at both. she was a builder of minds.
Her classroom was a place of discipline, excellence, and love.
She didn’t just teach subjects, she taught character.
As a Beauty Pageant and Queen, she carried grace with purpose.
She showed us that beauty is not just on the outside. she remained a queen in our home — elegant, poised, and full of wisdom.
Today we mourn, but we also celebrate., because a woman like Aunty Wuraola does not die. She lives on in every life she mentored, and every niece and nephew who watched her.
Rest in peace, our Mother, our Queen, our Teacher, our Aunty.
We honor your legacy. We will keep your light shining.
Till we meet again in glory.
Greet all your sibblings who had gone ahead of you.

With love,
THE ADEDAYOS

Today, I honor the memory of my beloved mummy and mentor. Your wisdom, kindness, and encouragement shaped my life in ways words cannot fully express. Thank you for believing in me, guiding me with patience, and inspiring me to become a better person. Though you are no longer with us, your legacy will continue to live on through the many lives you touched. Rest peacefully in the presence of the Lord. You will always be remembered and deeply missed.sunre o mama wa omo Ifaki orikinran omo atijo ogun Lele bi orun omaakin.

My sweet mother (Abiyamo tooto) missing you is an understatement.

I still can't believe you are gone. I miss everything about you; the way you talk, your contagious smile and gist that depicts a warm, happy and bright look that spreads joy to everyone around you.

You were such a kind person and this reflects in the way you were loved by all.


You were so close to your grandchildren and they loved you so dearly. All 4 of them remember the baby songs you sang to them, you were so intentional you sang
4 different songs with their names in
It.

I know you are resting now away from all the stress of this world.

Good bye my darling mother. Wuraola mi, My sweet Gold. I love you so dearly. ❤️❤️

Omobolanle

Dear Grandma,

I don't know where to begin when describing just how impactful you were. A writer, theatrical artist, and teacher to countless. To me, you were my second mother. When Mom was busy working in the city, you would tend to me and Ayo, always reminding us to be kind to each other and work hard in our lives. The song you made out my name: "Oh Fola, Oh Fola, Oh Fola, Folajinmi". It is an eternal reminder to be proud of my identity and the lineage from which I come from. Regardless of the circumstances, you would stop me every day and thank me for being who I am. The foundation you provided alongside mom and dad helped me to become the man I am today, and I will forever be grateful for that.

My heart has been so incredibly heavy since your departure, but I find comfort in knowing just how many and how deeply you impacted. You are so very missed, but we are never without you or your influence. My dear Grandma Gold, I love you so very much. Thank you for being who you were. Rest easy. 💛

Mum came into my life when I was about 6 and from that moment became a dear mother to me, she made sure I did not lack anything needed for my well being. I tried to be a good step child but I am sure I tested her patience quite a few times, of course in later years we were able to laugh about it all.
Mama did the best she could and I am forever grateful to Jehovah that she became my mum when she did , I wonder what would have turned out to be without her God fearing, kind and mild spirited and generous contributions.
Our loving father Jehovah promises ' I'm making all things new' , I am looking forward to the 'real life' when we all will be reunited. Amen.

Mummy you will dearly be missed. Mummy was a woman whose love, kindness, and strength touched so many lives. Though she came into my life as a stepmother, she became much than that. She welcomed me with love. She was a woman of grace, compassion and unwavering faith. Her gentle words, warm smile, and generous heart made everyone around her feel valued and love. Mummy you will forever remain in our hearts.

A wonderful and loving mother inlaw
It was a sad day indeed when I heard of your passing exactly 22yrs to the day that my Dad passed on!
The love and care you always showed and showered on me since I met you and married Bolanle is amazing and greatly appreciated.
I remember our conversations in Ondo and London and over the phone in Maryland. You were always concerned about my welfare and condition in Nigeria after learning and reading about happenings back home. You always asked after my siblings and uncles . I remember taking your BP readings in London and discussing your medication and diet.
You will always be fondly missed. I pray Jehovah gives Bolanle and Omolara and your grandchildren the fortitude to bear this great loss.
My last telephone call with Sola is still on my mind. He told me grandma was always talking about me.
I wish you eternal rest and comfort in the blossom of Jehovah. 🙏🏾
Lanre Akinyele

Grandma,
I'm grateful for all of the memories that we have together.
Thank you for consistently telling me that you’re proud of me and that you love me every chance you get.
I pray that I will continue you to make you proud as you watch over me.

Thank you for the family that you’ve given us, I will always love and appreciate you for all that you’ve done.

Mummy,
Beautiful, kind, gracious, compassionate and a great story teller. These are what you are to me.

You love me like yours. You always have a word of wisdom for me everytime you see me. I remember very well our last conversation. You were passionate about the library and you made sure I knew about it.

I wish I had one more opportunity to see you. But God has his own plans. We are grateful for your life. Rest well mummy.

If a man (or woman) dies, can he live again? I will wait all the days of my compulsory service Until my relief comes.

You will call, and I will answer you. You will long for the work of your hands. Job 14: 14&15



Today, we honor the life of a remarkable woman our mother, whose kindness, faith, and love touched so many hearts. Mrs. Adebolu,Iya ni Wura, she was a source of strength, compassion, and encouragement to all who had the privilege of knowing her. Her gentle spirit, her warm smile, and unwavering love for God and for others will never be forgotten.

We are looking forward to seeing you soon in paradise.

IN LOVING MEMORY OF MAMA : Wúràola Margret Adebolu
It is with a heavy heart that I write this tribute.

Mama was not just a mother to all her children ,she was a woman of grace,
strength, and love.

My late mother, Beatrice ('Bia'), Adeniji called her "Memu" —
a name spoken with fondness from their days together as young teachers
in training at Teacher Training College, Ifaki, Ekiti State, Nigeria.
Even across years and miles, that bond remained. The values they learned
in Ifaki — discipline, compassion, and service — lived in Mama all her life.
She raised her children with those same values, and the world is better for it.

To Bola and the entire family: I share in your grief.
May God who comforts the brokenhearted be your strength in this season.
May her soul rest in peace, and may her memory be a blessing forever.

With love,
Banji Adeniji

Sun re, Mama. Rest in perfect peace. 🙏

We miss mama’s nice and quiet demeanor. Also, very encouraging and optimistic. Looking earnestly to the resurrection when we’ll see her again.

I called you Momma Adebolu, not because we were related, but because of my love & respect for you. What an extraordinary woman you were. A faithful servant of Jehovah who loved talking about him and singing the kingdom songs. A wonderful mother & grandmother who was an outstanding role model, loved unconditionally, selflessly gave her all, compassionate caregiver, and brilliant educator. Her smile lit up any room and her singing was infectious. Her heart was larger than life. She was responsible for so many getting an education, a stable & loving home, and encouraged others to pursue their dreams. You were one of a kind and a personal inspiration to me Momma Adebolu. You have fought your fine fight and now I must keep fighting mine so I can help welcome you back in the new system. My heart is heavy with grief, but soon Jehovah will fill it with overwhelming joy when he resurrects you. It's just around the corner.

Today, I write tribute to a wonderful literature teacher whose passion for learning and dedication to students left a lasting impact on everyone fortunate enough to sit in her classroom. You were more than a teacher; you were a guide who brought stories to life and showed us that literature is not just about words on a page, but about understanding people, emotions and the world around us. Through your lessons, characters became real, poems found meaning and novels opened our minds to new perspectives. Your kindness, patience and encouraging spirit created a classroom where every student felt valued and inspired to do their best. You had a unique gift for making even the most challenging texts engaging and meaningful. With every discussion and every lesson, you nurtured confidence, curiosity and a love for reading that many of us will carry throughout our lives. Thank you for believing in your students, for sharing knowledge so generously , and for teaching us lessons that extended far beyond literature. Your influence continues to live on in the minds and hearts of those you taught. A lovely teacher like you is never forgotten. Your dedication, warmth, and passion have left an enduring legacy, and for that, we are deeply grateful.

Heaven bless the soul of Grandma and all the families she left behind.

Grandma was good to all of us. The memories we will cherish. The lord bless your soul ma.