Ecclesiastes 3:1–2 (ESV):
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: … a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted.”
My brave, courageous, fearless, intelligent, gentle, and beautiful aunty, Mammy Mafua, is no more. It really saddens my heart to hear that you’ve gone back to your Creator. I am grateful to God for the privilege He gave me to know you—to tap from your wealth of knowledge, wisdom, advice, and counseling, which you always gave me while I was growing up. Being part of your lineage is the best gift 🎁, and in my next life, I will still wish to be born in this great family.
I never knew that seeing/visiting you early this year in the USA (January 2025) was the last time I would ever see you alive. I am still shocked, Mammy Mafua Julie. Now I am only left with sweet, lovely memories of you, my lovely aunty.
I remember vividly how you were so concerned about me. You would humbly come to Molyko just to check up on me, and you’d jokingly say, “Thick madam, I don come find you. As you no fit find me—how for you no ‘ese’?” This my precious younger sister, my daughter, don’t joke with your studies ohhh, because I want you to be a great woman tomorrow. Your future is bright.” God indeed heard your prayers and answered—you witnessed it all before passing unto glory.
You always ensured that no one accused me falsely. Whatever was spoken about me, you would debunk it with proofs—even if it meant you leaving your comfort zone down to Molyko to have a one-on-one, face-to-face conversation with me and the complainer. You didn’t mind, because you knew what I could do and couldn’t do.
Sometimes you’d call on the phone and ask me to come over to the house to see you, and I would happily and immediately show up. You’d always say, “Dem no di swear for pikin, but this ma pikin, I case/own deh different. She isn’t troublesome and she doesn’t like lie or trouble. She’s on her lane—very quiet, reserved, minding her business—and will always say the truth, even if it will cost her her life.”
You’d also say, “Miranda, I problem na seh I no be good for communicate, but we don take you the way you deh. We no need complain—e no be problem for we,” and we would laugh 😂.
I always appreciated you and your efforts towards me and my siblings. Your love 💕, care, and concern for me was real, genuine, massive, unquantifiable, and unique. We—the families you’ve left behind—will continue to live as one and remain united.
You’re a rare gem and irreplaceable. We love you so much, and thank you for spending time with us here on earth. Your care and advice shaped my life, destiny, and pattern of life.