Esther Abiodun Eyetan

My memories of Mrs. Eyetan center on her as our English Teacher at Command Secondary School Jos, but she was so much more. She taught us and cared for us in a place and time so critical to our sense of self. Her home was a welcoming sanctuary, and I feel her generous influence till this day. After all these years, I still remember her often, vividly, with reverence, and with love. So shall it remain always. 🙏🏾🫶🏾

Hello mom. You chose to call me son. I choose to never forget. With eternal love, gratitude, and humility.

Thank you ma for the beautiful memories you left us with ..
As my house mistress and English teacher , you were indeed a cover and a mother. For me , you took me as your own and your home was a safe refuge not just for me but for many. Your memories lives on and I can still see your warm smile when I think of you. We miss you dearly.
May your beautiful soul continue to rest in the Lord till Jesus returns.

May God continue to grant her peace in eternity in Jesus mighty name.
I remember September 12 1986, that was the day I walked into command secondary school Jos, as a young boy with so many questions running through my mind on what the future of being a boarding student would be like. I remember my elder sister Daisy Oseni talking with this very beautiful calm looking teacher and she introduced me to the teacher as her younger, and said the teacher's name was Mr. Eyetan. From that moment on that faithful day till I wrote my last examination in the may/June 1992 ASCE, Mrs Eyetan wasn't just my teacher but a guardian and a family friend to my parents too.
I remember I was in one wahalla or the other , either for sneaking out of school to go and get the revered meal of life -"kose & Doya" that's Akara n fried Yam at farin gada 😩oh my God..... that farin gada soft bread.... geeeezzz, FG bread 🍞🥹....hmmmm a few of us got some good lashing from WOII. Oduwole of blessed memory too.
I remember Mrs Eyetan would caution and reprimanded me with love and motherly advise to be a good boy which became eventually...she was much more than just our teacher but more if a mother to us all in cssj...To the children, one of my closest buddy till today Gbubemi, I'll say this I'm proud of you and I'm glad to be a friend and I join you, to celebrate mummy today. though it's been 20years, but I tell you she lives in our hearts forever ...God bless her soul even as she's resting in eternity..
I remain a commando for life.... CJ92 OCTOPUS

I didn't meet mummy but I can say how much of a great mother she was, seeing how well she raised her children especially Mr Eweye, who I have the priviledge of knowing. The testimonies of her generosity, warm hospitality and eternal impact on the lives of all and sundry speaks more volume than earthly riches and wealth. I say a big thank you for living such a legacy that we all hold on to so dearly. I'm glad I have the opportunity to celebrate you, mama Eyetan.

In Loving Memory of Mrs. Eyetan

Beloved Teacher • Mentor • Mother • Friend
Command Secondary School, Jos (CSSJ)
Sunset: 20 Years Ago
Still Deeply Missed – Forever Remembered

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Opening Scripture

“The memory of the righteous is a blessing.” – Proverbs 10:7

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A Tribute from a Former Student

I arrived at Command Secondary School, Jos, in 1986 — young, unsure, and stepping into a whole new world. Before formal classes even began, I had my first encounter with Mrs. Eyetan. It happened, unexpectedly, through her son, Gbubemi, who lived in Dragon House — just next to my own dormitory, Octopus House.

One morning, while on an errand for a senior, I turned a corner and found myself face-to-face with a woman whose voice and presence were impossible to miss. That directional turn became one of the most significant in my school life.

Later, I discovered that Gbubemi and I would be classmates from JSS1 through SS3. Over the years, my connection with him — and with his mother — grew deeply. Mrs. Eyetan wasn’t just my English teacher; she became a symbol of everything right with humanity.

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A Teacher Like No Other

She made learning effortless and enjoyable. You didn’t sleep in her class. You didn’t skip her lessons. Even malaria couldn’t stop me from attending. She had a way of making English come alive — a true gift.

Back in the ’80s and ’90s, corporal punishment was standard in schools. But Mrs. Eyetan never needed a cane. She led with wisdom and patience, never with fear. Even when we — her mischievous students — definitely deserved the cane, she chose grace over punishment.

“She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue.” – Proverbs 31:26

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Her Home Was a Shelter

Hunger was real at CSSJ. For many of us, meals were a struggle. But Mrs. Eyetan opened her doors — and her kitchen — to countless students. She had three children attending the school at the time, and yet she found room (and food!) for many of us. She fed us, housed us, and treated us like her own.

“Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unaware.” – Hebrews 13:2

Her generosity was staggering. We were many, we were hungry — and somehow, she always made it work.

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A Moment I’ll Never Forget

At the beginning of our final year in 1991/1992, a disappointing policy placed all SS3 students in Annex House — far from the privileges seniors before us had enjoyed. I had paid my dues from JSS1 to SS2, and I knew Annex wasn’t for me. I wasn’t a prefect, so I had no way out.

But then came Mrs. Eyetan — my miracle worker.

I respectfully explained my situation. She didn’t just listen — she acted. She made it possible for Michael, Gbubemi, and me to remain in Octopus House, where I could thrive and prepare for my WASC and JAMB exams in peace.

That simple act changed everything.

“Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.” – Matthew 5:16

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Life After CSSJ

I graduated from CSSJ and eventually from the University of Nigeria, Nsukka, in 1998. Through the years, I always carried her kindness in my heart. I prayed for her often.

Then, around 2006, I reconnected with Gbubemi after he had moved to the UK. We caught up, swapped stories… and then came the news.

His mother — our dear Mrs. Eyetan — had passed.

I was devastated. I had always hoped to tell her, in person, what her actions meant to me. But in true Mrs. Eyetan fashion, she gave so freely, never expecting anything in return. She made such a difference — and she probably never even knew how deeply.

“Well done, good and faithful servant… Enter into the joy of your Master.” – Matthew 25:21

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Her Legacy Lives On

It’s been twenty years, yet her light still shines.

She didn’t just teach us nouns and verbs — she taught us kindness, self-respect, courage, and how to lead with love. Her generosity, her wisdom, her calm strength — these are the things we carry with us.

Thank you, Ma. For seeing me, supporting me, feeding me, and believing in me.

May your soul continue to rest in perfect peace. You may be gone, but you will never, ever be forgotten.

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Closing Scripture

“Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.” – Matthew 5:8

Your memories will forever be in our hearts. Sleep on mummy.

Mummy we really missed you, your motherly advice back then at school as your student. Your show of love was glaring. Continue to rest with the Lord. Amen

Her smile was like a hug. She loved her children so much, and that love spilled over their friends as well. I remember making a mental note to have the kind of relationship she had with Buki, with my future daughter. I remember her laughter, her teasing...
She didn't forget kindness and that impacted me in ways I didn't even realise till later.
I am blessed to have known her.
Rest on, mommy.
You'll always be loved,
Amazing, amazing woman

You were a mother to all, back in CSSJ, you were a "go to person" especially to the girls in the hostel. Thanks for all your sacrifices,the advice and impactful years in CSSJ, continue to rest well momma

You are always on our mind.
The solid foundation you laid in us have helped us to stand tall among our peers.
Your legacy lives on, mummy.

It’s been two decades since you departed this world, yet your memory still lives so vividly in my heart. You were not just a mum to me, you were a true blessing to me and my family. Your kindness, love, and constant warmth made us feel like your own.

I still remember those days at JUTH hospital, Amina, Buki and I taking turns to care for you. Even in pain, you’d smile and say, “Make my hair… I want to look beautiful.” And you always did, elegant, graceful, full of laughter, even on your sickbed.
You were not just a mother but also a wonderful teacher, patient, wise, and inspiring. You taught with your words and your life, and we all learned from you. . And of course, your cooking, always made with so much care and joy, is still unforgettable.

Thank you for everything you were. You are deeply missed, forever loved, and always remembered.

Rest peacefully, Mommie!

Tribute to Mrs Eyetan - Mama Gbugbemi

I remember when I arrived at Command Jos in 1986, I didn't arrive early with my classmates for reasons I can't even recollect..but my mum handed me over to Mrs Eyetan, she took me to Annex House even though my allotted house was Flying Horse.. that action molded my entire stay in CSSJ as I never slept a night in that school outside of Annex..I remember the period of water scarcity but Mama Gbugbemi as my mum called her would always ensure I got drinking water..she was an awesome mother and teacher...she was a mother to so many and gave guidance to all who crossed her path her classroom was always more than a place of learning, she saw the potential in all and always rendered care, and encouragement. Mummy always nurtured her students patiently. In her eyes, we were never just students; we were all family. I am so glad that God Almighty blessed you with wonderful Biological Children..because we plenty as adopted.. they have imbibe your kindness and generosity, during my time as the set leader of the class of 1992 which Gbugbemi belongs, he remained a strong pillar, he never sought limelight nor recognition but always helped in whatever ways he could whenever we did something as a group and also individually assisted many set mates that I know, and more that I do not..a trait he undoubtedly picked up from his mum, and I am sure his siblings are the same..20 year's hmmm..May your soul continue to rest in peace Mummy Eyetan.

Dear Mummy,
You will always be remembered and cherished. I still remember your distinct laughter, you were always cheerful. Thank you for all your love, especially when I was in primary school. I remember how you picked me from my dad to live with you temporarily when my mum and siblings had to travel. Staying with you was an awesome experience I can never forget. So many fond memories back then…continue to rest on in the bosom of our Lord.

Tribute to Mrs Eyetan
My time with her was short because I got into CSSJ as a tranfer-student in JSS 3. As a struggling student, English Language was one of the easy subjects to understand for me and that was how she took an interest in me and continued to encourage me till I left the school. I remember her for he generosity, being in the same class with one of her sons was a huge advantage as I became a beneficiary of her regular gifts both in class and at her home. She's no longer with us now but her fun memories will always remain with us. May your good deeds continue to remain with us and be a blessing to your children in Jesus precious name.

Mummy Eyetan,we thank God for the mother you were to my younger sister UTEK and later me....hmmmm I recall all the sweet and fun memories even to my wedding day,when I see the pictures and laughs then I recall and relive every sweet memories of you....and thanking God for making BUKKI OUR SISTA FOR LIFE...
MUMMY...YOU ARE AN ICON AND ROLEMODEL TO ALL THAT KNOW YOU...
ALL YOUR CHILDREN & FAMILY ARE BLESSINGS....WE LOVE YOU AND CHERISHED YOU ALWAYS ...TO GOD BE GLORY FOREVER MORE

PROF JONATHAN & MRS EMILY DABOER

Mormmie.

Sometimes I echo the way you used to hail me, "Amisco" and I would tear up. I'm unable to recover from being emotional when your thoughts come to mind. You remain one of God's biggest blessings to me.You were a magical woman, beautiful and fashionable, great cook, a disciplinarian, yet very cheerful. The roars of your laughter I won't forget. Thank you mormmie. I miss you.

Dear Mummy,
I start to write each time and then I can’t continue, each time words fail me; each time my emotions overwhelm me. Mummy, where do I even start!? Every day I still hear your soothing voice and hearty laughter, in my mind is where these live. You are a mother like no other, a friend, a confidant, a protector and the kindest disciplinarian I have ever encountered. I still don’t know how you did it all; how you loved so hard in a world that is broken, for many you filled their hearts with joy and your peacefulness that transends life’s toilsome journey. For me, you thought me to love unconditionally, to trust, be confident and most importantly to have faith in God. You were a gift from God to the me, an angel to the world. Not a day goes by without you being a part of it, my children’s ears are full with the beautiful stories of your wisdom and strength, and my heart is filled with thanks to you. Love you Mummy, more than words can describe. As you worship and “party” with the Angels, know that your legacy lives on in the hearts you loved and the people you touched. You are always in my heart. ♥️ Never forgotten!!! 20 years still feels like yesterday.
Love you Forever, your “Baby”
Buki

Mummy Eyetan was a great Mother to all ,her Sacrifice's to we all, was a touch not ,a woman with a golden heart
We miss you so dearly
May ur Soul continue to rest in perfect peace IJN Amen

Mrs Eyetan was my nursery teacher in Army Staff school, Zaria in 1973? . I was also the little groom during her wedding to her late husband who happened to be my father's friend too. We met again in 1982 at Command secondary school Jos when i was in form 4 .Mrs Eyetan was loved by all and a mother to all of us back in Zaria and Jos. A woman with a heart of gold and loved by all. May her soul continue to rest in the bosom of the Lord. Amen

There are so many words I could use to describe my mother — strong, kind, wise, generous — but the one that fits her best is friend. My mother was my friend. In so many ways, she was my best friend.

She loved deeply — an unbelievable amount of love. A love that was big enough to share with everyone, yet never at the expense of her children. Somehow, she had this rare gift: she could make each of us feel like we were the most loved. Even though we knew she loved others, you couldn't help but feel like you were her favourite. That was her magic — she made everyone feel special.

We had many heart-to-heart talks, and I remember her saying, “When you become a mother, you’ll understand.” And now that I am a mother, I do. I understand how naturally it becomes second nature to put your children first, without a second thought. I understand that the children you give birth to aren’t the only ones you’ll mother. I understand that sacrifice isn’t always dramatic — sometimes, it’s quiet. It’s choosing your children’s needs over your own, even when your own needs feel overwhelming.

I understand now that love, joy, friendship, and happiness are choices. That wealth isn’t measured by luxury, but by how much of yourself you give to others.

There hasn’t been a single day since she passed — not one — that I haven’t wished she was still here. It’s been 20 years, and I still cry for her. I still dream of her. Some days, the grief feels as fresh as it did the day she left us. But in the midst of that pain, I’m thankful — thankful for the deep, lasting impact she had on every life she touched.

Because of the way she stood for others, so many people have stood with me. Even now, I still hear stories of what she did for people — things she never told us about. Strangers stop me and say, “Hey, you’re Mrs. Eyetan’s daughter. Your mum helped me…” And I just smile, because that was her — doing good quietly, without fanfare, never expecting anything in return.

Her passing was not just a loss to us, her family — it was a loss to everyone who knew her.

I can’t wait to see her again.

Tribute to Mrs. Eyetan

Mrs. Eyetan and I shared a special bond, one that transcended the typical student-teacher relationship. I was her "teacher's pet," and she always paid close attention to my well-being, checking in on me during my time in boarding school as I was constantly bullied by the boys in my year,. Her genuine care and concern made a significant difference in my life.

As an incredible Geography teacher, she ignited my passion for learning and made every class an adventure. I would wait patiently for her lessons, bubbling with excitement at the prospect of seeing her. Her enthusiasm for the subject was infectious, and it inspired not only me but countless other students.

After graduating high school, I often found myself reminiscing about her classes and the warmth she brought to the classroom. Her passing came as a shock, leaving a void that is hard to fill. Mrs. Eyetan was more than just a teacher; she was a mentor, a guide, and indeed my favorite teacher of all time. Her legacy will forever live on in the hearts of those she touched. Thank you, Mrs. Eyetan, for everything. You are dearly missed.

Mrs Eyetan was indeed a Mother to all of us while in CSSJ. MY heartfelt condolences to the family. Umar Mukhtar 2000 Set.

Mummy Eyetan,
I never got the privilege of meeting you in person when you were on this side of the divide, but I have lived to enjoy the privilege of being blessed with having your 1st son as my brother in law. Mummy, God bless you for blessing us with such a man. He has been and remains the closest person I have on earth now. He is selfless, kind, considerate of others, extremely hardworking, God fearing, every quality I have read others saying of you. Mummy, you blessed the world with great people. Thank you for being the channel of blessing to give the world such amazing people. Thank you for bringing them up as best as you could. Thank you for all your children, men and women and their families. They are all wonderful people who have continued to live your legacy the way you would have wanted them to live.

Mummy, continue to rest in perfect peace. We love you and thank you. God continue to bless you even in the life after and continue to bless your offspring.

Forever in our hearts.

Dear Mrs Eyetan,
I can't forget my adoring guardian. I remember hiding my school provisions at her house, she always told me am too skinny and funny, should stop relying on mummy too much and grow up into a man one day.
Aunty always gave me good advice on how to do and approach things properly.
I was shocked to hear about Mrs Eyetans passing in 2005, too many memories come to my mind when I see her pictures.
Gone and never forgotten, rest in perfect peace, Amen.
Anthony Lisk-carew (1995 set).

Mrs Eyetan, a model of love and generosity you opened your arms wide with so much love to those who come around you, a great mother, sister, teacher, and friend. Continue to Rest in Peace with the Lord.

Mrs. Eyetan was more than just an English and Literature teacher during our time at CSSJ—she was a true matriarch and a guiding light to many of us. As our Matron in Dragon House while I served as House Captain, she embodied the roles of mother, teacher, and counselor all at once.

She looked after us in ways that went far beyond the classroom. In times of need, when some of us were short on provisions, she quietly filled the gap. Her home in the staff quarters was always open, welcoming us as if we were part of her family, never drawing lines between her children and her students.

Mrs. Eyetan was exceptional—kind, knowledgeable, and deeply compassionate. Her legacy lives on in the lives she touched so gently yet so profoundly.

May her beautiful soul rest in perfect peace.



Kudirat Amao - 1999 Set

Mummy Eyetan
Thank you loving Juliet and I (your twins) unconditionally. Those moments (weekends) spent with you showed how large of a kind heart you have. Your memories live on

There is a lot to remember about CSSJ and there is a lot to gladly forget about. Of the things to remember, some memories are extra special because of the people who contributed to making those memories.
That is how I remember my English Teacher - Mrs Eyetan. At first i was struck about how beautifully lovely she looked at that time. She always lit up the class room once she stepped into it. She was calm and could very easily laugh. She seemed to be genuinely interested in all of her students.
I can recall Mrs Eyetan as someone who helped me love the English Language. With her tutelage and encouragement, i won a prize in the subject, which was a very big deal to me at the time. I remember back in the day that i could hardly pronounce any "R" words well. It kept sounding like "W" and i was teased a lot about that. One day in junior high school, Mrs Eyetan called me into the Staff Room in the Admin block and explained to me that with proper consistent practice, that i could improve immensely with this challenge that i had. She asked me to come meet her at the staff room during break time for a few weeks so she could support me.
I was so surprised and so touched at her care and kindness. I did create the time and started going to see her whenever i could. I still remember the first tongue twister she gave to me to practice with --"PERE BORROW ME YOUR RULER, I WILL RETURN IT TOMORROW"...lol. Funny enough it worked. I improved in my pronunciation of those words. All thanks to Mrs Eyetan!

Now at this stage in life, we understand so many things better. People are born and people die but the good we sow in others never die and people who leave this world are rewarded based on this. So the confidence we share today is that you are in a much better place and that we will see you again as long as we here continue to do good.
Thank you for all you did for me Mrs Eyetan, may kindness never cease in the life of your children and grand children. Amen

Mummy,
I called you mummy the day i Ifirst met you, you exemplified,strength, grace, wisdom, and perseverance, thank you mummy! You were such a beacon of light shining brightly in all you did, your love for God and your unwavering spirit will be remembered forever.
Mummy, you left a legacy of love,courage and Kindness that will continue to inspire generations.
Your life was such a testament to the power of your faith and the importance of living a life of purpose, i miss you dearly.
I recall a situation where you and i were discussing, you mentioned something to me and shortly after what you said occurred, because just as you said it, that was what happened, the next thing you said was “what did i tell you?” with a beautiful smile and we both had a laugh, oh dear mummy, i will never forget your warm embrace, undefined firm hugs, your infectious smiles, the uplifting memories of your love is unforgettable your life spoke eloquently for itself, and your God giving inner strength passed on to your children like the proverbs 31 woman, she girded herself with strength (Proverbs 31:17 ) and that strength was in the Lord.
Mummy, Your children turned out impeccably well and a source of immense pride.
I miss you mummy and i take comfort, knowing that you are resting peacefully in the arms of our Lord.
Adieu mama!
Pastor Gloria Osafemie.

Mrs Eyetan a mother of all who had a heart of gold and one of the best English teachers I have come across to. She was not just our teacher — she was a mother to us all. Her kindness, wisdom, and unwavering support shaped who we are today. Though she’s gone, her impact lives on in every heart she touched.

Rest in peace, dear teacher. You will never be forgotten.

**Tribute to a Remarkable Teacher**

Twenty years have passed, yet your impact remains fresh in my heart. In the rigid walls of boarding school, you were warmth and comfort—a beacon of kindness that made those days bearable.

You walked with confidence, your command of English impeccable, and your smile in response to our greetings felt like a piece of home. Your presence was huge, not just in stature but in the way you held space for all of us, making each student feel seen and valued.

Time has flown, but the memory of your grace lingers. Rest well, dear Ma. You were more than a teacher; you were a sanctuary.

Forever grateful.
Kangrot Jennifer Turay

*TRIBUTE TO MRS. E.A. EYETAN*

Our Teacher, Our Mother.

In the rich history of Command Secondary School Jos, the name Mrs. Eyetan stands out not just as an exceptional English teacher but as a gentle pillar of strength, wisdom, and unwavering dedication.

To those of us who passed through her classroom in the 1990s, she was more than a teacher. She was a mother to many of us, a guide, a nurturer, and a quiet but firm disciplinarian who corrected with love and inspired by example.

Her love for the English language was deeply rooted, and she passed that passion on to us with patience and grace. Her lessons didn’t end with syntax and essays; they reached into our lives, shaping our character, molding our confidence, and leaving us better than she found us.

Mrs. Eyetan had many 'children' not by birth but by heart. And we, her students, proudly carry that legacy. The Award for Best English Student, given out every year at the school’s Speech and Prize Giving Day, bears witness to her lasting impact and the standard of excellence she upheld.

Today, her legacy continues to live, not only in our memories and achievements, but in the very walls of the school. As a touching tribute, her children are currently renovating the JSS3 classroom block, a space where her voice once echoed and her passion was poured into countless lives.

We honor her not just for what she taught but for who she was; a mother, a mentor, a model of dignity, and strength.

Thank you, Mrs. Eyetan, for loving us like your own, for believing in us when we didn’t believe in ourselves, and for sowing seeds that continue to bloom in all corners of the world.

You will never be forgotten.
You live on, in us.

Femi Akinpelu-Dapson
President, COJOSA.

Twenty Years Gone
A Tribute to a Teacher Who Was Like a Mother
There are teachers, and then there are those rare souls who become so much more than educators. You were one of those rare ones. To us, you were not just a teacher but a guide, a mentor, and above all, a second mother.
Your classroom was more than a place of learning; it was a haven of warmth, care, and encouragement. You saw potential where others saw challenges. You nurtured us patiently, celebrated our smallest victories, and comforted us in moments of doubt.
You taught us lessons beyond textbooks, lessons of kindness, resilience, and integrity. In your eyes, we were never just students; we were family. Your love went beyond the classroom walls, shaping not only our minds but also our hearts.
Thank you for every word of wisdom, every moment of patience, and every act of love. Your impact will live on in each of us, a lasting testament to a teacher who truly cared, like a mother.
We will carry your lessons with us always, honoring the incredible gift of your love and guidance.
May your soul continue to rest in peace, Mummy Eyetan.
UDUAK AKPABIO

Aside being my English language Teacher in JSS 2A, you were first a very good neighbor, I remember your counsel to as young 9year old or so, when you noticed a rift I had with one of friends. Your house was a go to place to watch movies with Gbugbemi, Eweye, Femi and baby Alero at the time. Your memory is blessed.

20 years already! Amazing how time flies.

Mrs Eyetan, you were not just a teacher but a loving mother to us your students. The calm, cheerful and easy going manner you engaged everyone meant we always looked forward to your classes. You always had a smile on your face, always putting us at ease about school life back then.

Thank you for making me fall in love with English Language not just as a subject but as a powerful means of communication.

Your memory is blessed and your proud legacy speaks everyday in the life of your children who are all wonderful people impacting the lives of many just as you did.

Sleep on mummy, it is well.

MEMORY LANE - PART ONE
Anty Biodun…” Mumcy”….as we fondly call her, is my mother.
This bundle of enigma is many things. So, many lovely things can be said about her. I remember fondly her warmth, her love, her care for people, her tender heartedness, her joy for life, her generosity and her grateful heart. Permit me to illustrate these virtues in the following stories:

First it was in 1975, Zaria. I lived with her. I actually moved in with her to her husband’s house after marriage. On this faithful morning, she was resuming work ending her maternity leave following the birth of her first son, Gbubemi Walter. She put the cute baby boy on my back, secured with a wrapper. And left me to rock him to sleep. I stepped outside to wave her goodbye and without warning I saw the baby on the ground. I was young and inexperienced. Shocked and confused I didn’t know how to handle the situation. Thankfully she hadn’t gone far. She quickly returned to motherese the baby and calmed him with breastmilk. She didn’t beat or reproached me. Rather confidently, she did an endearing thing. She placed the baby on my back again as she left. I didn’t dare to wave goodbye this time around; but held the baby so tightly.… This event left an indelible mark on my mind for all these years. No baby ever fell off my back ever again... Her tender heartedness helped my confidence….

MY MEMORY LANE - PART TWO
In 1989, I was writing my final MSc exams at UJ. I had moved out of the house to squat with my friend to study. On this faithful day, I decided to read at the library (I usually don’t read at the library). However, I secured myself a hidden corner. Soon, I became hungry. Not knowing how to immediately solve this hunger problem, I continued reading to see how long I could go with this pang…then, from nowhere, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Mumcy! What! I exclaimed. How did you find me? The library wasn’t my usual place…. this wasn’t the days of cell phone, so she couldn’t have called to find me. I was shocked, surprised. She told she just felt led to check the library. How happy I was to see her…even more delighted to see her when I noticed she had in her hand, a 4-litre size food warmer decked with delicious food. Mine o mine, heaven came down that day. She was heaven sent. Needless to say, I didn’t continue studying in the lib. I left promptly to descend squarely on the food she brought with my friend. Her warmth, her love and care strengthened me….

MY MEMORY LANE- THREE
Then in 1996, I traveled to the USA on a group study exchange program sponsored by Rotary Club of Illinois & District 9140 Nigeria. This was my first trip to the US. As we journeyed from city to city and stuffing up on the overly sugared, and overly buttered meals and snacks typical of Western cuisine, I was soon tired of it. I kept in touch (via email, I think. I had no cell phone then) and shared with her how I was longing for our Nigerian foods. I missed our spices and pepper…so, I jokingly wrote that I wished I could there and now, get a bowl of eba and her masterly terrific egusi soup (by the way, no one cooks egusi soup like she does). A short while later, we returned. I was surprised to see her at the airport in Kano to welcome me back. I was a grown girl, I could find my way back to Jos, but here she was to pick me up. We loaded up my luggage into the car. Then, the unbelievable happened! Mumcy opened her bag and out came a small, cute food warmer with eba and egusi soup for me!! Whoa!!!…My goodness!!! I was shocked but delighted. Who does that?? But Mumcy, I was beside myself with happiness and delight. With all alacrity, I rushed that eba and egusi that day, while still standing at the car park!. Thereafter, I was myself. Felt great, full and satisfied. We journeyed home. This is the joy called “Mumcy”. Her warmth…joy for life and delight in giving others joy was exceptional. Her generosity and goodness blessed me……

MY MEMORY LANE - PART FOUR
I can’t conclude my story telling of the joy that was Abiodun aka Mumcy, without sharing this next story that changed my life and how I relate to God.
It was in 2000. She was hospitalized. Saved by God from a ghastly motor accident. For about 2 months following the accident, she wasn’t fully conscious. But as soon as she became very aware of what had happened, I watched as she would express gratitude to God and to everyone who came visiting, repeatedly. It was her daily mantra. Not for once did I hear her complained. No complains about her pains and incapacitation (even though she was broken all over. Her two femurs- (the two biggest bones in the body), her hand, her jaw, her head; were all broken). No worries, about how we would secure the hospital bills. No regrets about travelling. No bitterness towards God or man…no blame on the driver…no self-pity for her situation…just pure childlike gratitude to God and to all people in the face of dire, distressful and painful condition. I watched. I marveled. I learnt.

Ever since then, I’ve so learnt to say ‘thank you Lord’ for every little and big graces He accords me. For life and blessings big and small. Gratitude to people…for services, helps, supports, gifts and tokens given, and for just been there for me. Gratitude in all situations of life. Her grateful heart inspired and changed me….

So, in 2005 when the Lord took her home most unexpectedly, I missed her and still does. Yet, I couldn’t question it. I had found a place in my heart (after her order) to express gratitude for the gift of her. Many of us were witnesses of God’s mercies in her life. Today, I am eternally grateful for how the Good Lord has kept and blessed her children: Gbubemi Walter, Eweyeju Felix, Femi Maxwel, Alero Oluwafunmilayo and Bukola Violet.

Mummy, you were one in a million, you had a heart of gold. We'll forever remember your words of encouragement and your cheerful smiles.

Your memories will linger on in our hearts. Keep resting with the Lord. We love and miss you.

Mrs Eyetan, to most of your students, but to me you were and will always be Mummy. The warmth of your heart, kindness in your eyes and the love you showed me and so many will never be forgotten. Your experiences and successes will always remind me of the power of the human spirit. It's been 20 years and tears still flow, I take solace that you rest in the bossom of our Lord. Continue to pray for us mummy till meet at His appointed time. Amen

Mummy, took me like her son from day one. She loved and cared for me. Always asking after my wellbeing. She loved my wife and gave her gifts as we planned for the birth of our first son. Mummy was a passionate giver, counselor, and her smiles brought joy to us all. Miss her greatly.

My heart pauses for the briefest moment whenever I see pictures of you at my induction ceremony. My heart pauses because at that instant, my mind flashes back to the moment I saw your tears while I swore the Hippocratic oath. I will always and forever cherish that singular moment, for those were motherly tears. I acknowledged then, that I was truly one of your many sons. I still deeply regret that I was not by your side when you needed me most.
You are sorely missed. I surely look forward to seeing you again.

Mrs Eyetan (Mummy)was so good to me then a very young pastor’s wife,
A very thoughtful and generous woman
She took me under her wings like she knew me for long, she will always send me things like making a baby cot that my three sons used.that I had to give another young mother. Sometimes she will cook or buy things for me. Till date i ask what did I do to make her love me so much, I got to know that’s her person. She loves the Lord so it’s easy for her to love anyone
Truly a kind and generous woman. She will advise and encourage you to be good in what you do
That when I heard of her passing, I traveled back to Jos to attend her funeral. I thank God for you her children.
The memorial of the just is blessed.
Your mum sowed good seeds you will forever reap it in Jesus name. God bless you her children. It was a privilege to know her. Brief but impactful

Mommy, we bless God for the times He allowed us to share you. And for the additional moments, we remain grateful, Your candid,firm reassuring voice, echoes through eons of the nights and days past in our hearts and we rejoice because you continue live forever. We celebrate the beautiful every beautiful moment shared, every kind word you gave. Thank you Mommy. We are confident, I say, and would prefer to be away from the body and at home with the Lord. 2 Corinthians 5:8

Dear Mrs Eyetan, you adopted me as a son and my stay in Jos without any stress. I remember in 2003 when I visited Jos and I came to see you, I didn't know it would be the last time that I will see you.
Continue to sleep in heavenly peace till we meet on the sweet bye and bye.

Precious in the sight of The Lord is the death of His saints.
For to live in Christ and to die is gain.
It is well.

In Loving Memory of My Beloved Aunt

Twenty years have passed, yet your memory remains as vivid and cherished as ever. You were more than just an aunt, you were a second mother, a confidante, and a source of endless love and warmth. Your laughter filled our home, your wisdom guided our steps, and your kindness touched everyone who knew you.

Not a day goes by without thoughts of you. Your legacy lives on in the stories we tell, the values you instilled, and the love you left behind. Though you're no longer with us in person, your spirit lives on in our hearts forever.

You are deeply missed and eternally loved.

Mama Esther mechanic: the memory of mama is so strong that I can't forget it so easily I remember any time I fix her car and take it home at command secondary school mama will always ask me to eat and if I say am busy she will say wait and she will package it for me to take to the workshop and I can't count how many times she as done that for me and mama so much believe in me and talk to other staff about me and most of them start giving me thire cars and I can remember she introduced me to her children and we became more like family than seeing me just like a mechanic believe me only mama na craud and she have a very good hart my her soul continue to rest in perfect peace the effect of mama still living even after 20 years.

Being with Mum has always been one of my fun memories anytime I am in Jos.
Her warmth and her motherly reception always made me feel at home anytime I visited.
She indeed exemplified 1 Tim 5: 10. She was well reported of good works....she brought up amazing kids... she lodged strangers...she washed the saints' feet....she relieved the afflicted...she diligently followed every good work.
Her ornament of a meek and quiet spirit was before God of great price (1 Peter 3:4)
She fought a good fight. She finished her course. She kept the faith. (2 Tim 4:7)
A crown of righteousness awaits her at that day and that's all that matters!

What a great, sweet Mother! Although I didn’t have the honour of knowing Mama personally when she was on this side of eternity, but I now know her through her lovely and beautiful children.

Telling from the greatness and awesomeness of her children, which she so well raised in the fear of God, it’s obvious that Mama was a great and awesome mother. May her beautiful soul continue to rest peacefully in the bosom of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. Amen!

May the Lord continue to uphold and watch over all Mama’s children, grandchildren, children-in-law, and the entire family. May the divine peace, comfort and goodness of God continue to be with the whole family, in Jesus’ Name. Amen!

May the memories of your mother's love bring you and your children comfort and peace. May her legacy live on.

Wow,it’s been twenty years since Mummy,our beloved English teacher left us.
Her impact on our lives extends far beyond the classroom.
She wasn't just a teacher; she was a mother figure to many of us. Her lessons went beyond grammar and literature, teaching us valuable life skills and values.
Her son(Gbugbemi) became a brother to me, offering a shoulder to lean on at all times.Her legacy lives on through the people she touched.
Mummy’s influence has shaped who I am today. I'm grateful for the lessons she taught and the love she shared.
Though she's no longer with us, her memory continues to inspire and motivate me. I'll always cherish the time I had with her.
Keep resting dear Mum

In Loving Memory – 20 Years On

It’s been nearly 20 years since the world lost someone truly remarkable. Though I never had the chance to meet you, I’ve heard so many beautiful things about the person you were. Through the stories shared, your love, warmth, and gentle spirit still shine so brightly.

The strength and kindness that live on in those you left behind are a true reflection of who you were — and that’s one of the most powerful legacies anyone can leave. Though you no longer walk this earth, your presence lives on in every act of love, in every moment of grace, in the hearts of those who knew and loved you.

Today, we remember you with deep affection. We honor your life, your memory, and the endless love you poured into the world.

Thank you for blessing me with the gift of your daughter, Buki — a true friend and a reflection of your beautiful soul.

Gone, but never forgotten. May your soul continue to rest in perfect peace.

Mummy Eyetan was an amazing person. I knew her while I was a student in Command Secondary School Jos.

Aside being an exceptional English/Literature Teacher, she was a mother to us to all. She was that person who would see a junior student being bullied by the senior and look the way; she always address the injustice immediately. This endeared many of the students from generation to generation to her.

She will certainly be missed for a long long time. May her gentle soul rest peacefully on.

Mama Gbubemi as she was fondly called. Mrs Eyetan byvher friends and peers. I remember her fondly as we all lived in the Staff quarters of Command Secondary School Jos. She was a great mother to all of us that gathered in her house after school. God almighty has blessed you with wonderful children and grand babies. Continue to Rest in the Lord. Amen...

May the Lord Almighty grant your family the fortitude and peace during this remembrance period. I, along with my family, pray for the Lord Almighty guidance during this anniversary celebration of your mother's passing. May she continue to rest in peace. Amen!!!

Mrs Eyetan was a rare gem 💎 , very different, never judgemental, and was the best house mistress Dragon House ever had in all my years in CSSJos.

I first met Mrs Eyetan when she invited me into the staff room one afternoon advising she has nominated me to be the next house captain of Dragon house. I remember her stating in a funny way that she won the fight to get me as House Captain and not the Sports Prefect and told the Sports master to find someone else.
That was the beginning of the best mother, confidant, and friend relationship I have ever had. No day was the same with her, she had class and carried the drive to always be a winner, and Dragon House went on to win many house inspection competitions, including interhouse sports.
She always knew what to say each time I approached her with an issue and had time for everyone. I got my first impression of being not just a young girl but that i was also growing into a young woman who had emotions and feelings, and it was normal to just be yourself. I must say she knew me very well and could read when i had challenges with studying, coping with being a house captain, and even when it came to the issue of boys😜. She was the mother hen, and every young girl in Dragon House were her chickens. She protected us, not commanding or too demanding. Her style of leadership as a house mistress was different.

Down the years, I have come to learn that my first lesson of leadership was from her. You had to carry people along and get them involved to achieve success.
I don't recall her saying no to any ideas or suggestion I and others had, she was a listener, not a teller, unless it was necessary.
She recognised fear, love, passion, and resilience, including teenage hormones we all had as teenagers.

I thank God for the life you lived and the impact it made in my personal life and the lives of others who knew you. I have learnt not just to be a mum to my twin daughters but a friend to them all because of your motherly and friendly way of teaching and leadership.
Continue resting in God's blossom, my dear House Mistress. You remain forever in our hearts.

Mrs E.A Eyetan was a guiding light, a mentor and a mother to us all. She had a unique gift for weaving life lessons into her teachings. Her classroom was a safe haven where we felt comfortable sharing our thoughts and dreams, knowing we would be met with unwavering support and genuine care.

She instilled a love for learning, exemplified empathy and encouraged us to pursue our passions. Her legacy lives on in the countless lives she touched. She is deeply missed but forever remembered.