We met as colleagues
A far junior one to you
And we became Comrades
And then, we became siblings when you started playing the role of Big Sister to me instead of the BOSS you are.
Lives intertwined
In celebration and in grief
Far or near, together, we have scribbled as pen-pushers
A messenger of destiny
You delivered the scroll
Unopened, intact and unread
Shocked at the motherly role you played during my wedding
And I am still reading with joy
Thankful to the Almighty
For crossing our paths
COMRADE TRACY OMAMODE ODUDURU IKOLOMI, today, as you celebrate
From deep inside I whisper:
“Happy birthday, my Big Sist, Comrade and my Boss”
Just Xajo
or
Simply Abel Johngold