Dorothy Agusiobo is much loved and will always be remembered by all her friends and family. Writing tribute to my mother is a challenging task that I had not expected to write for a long time. She had never been so sick as to be admitted in the hospital but I had hope that she would recover. When the rites are over, when family, colleagues, well-wishers, friends depart and I am all alone in my quiet moments. I will remember her. She worked so hard to build her family and career. My mother had been a teacher all her life and she was a teacher to the end. We all know some of the characteristics of teachers: kind, persistent, tenacious, and forceful. As far as she was concerned there was no subject that could not be learned or anything that could not be mastered. She would never let you give up and she would never give up on you. For her there were no secrets to be kept away from your mother. As far as she was concerned there were no sacred cows and all should be treated the same. My parents showed us what the true meaning of marriage was and how to be with each other through good times and bad and through sickness and health. She may have looked tough but she had a heart of gold which is the way all good teachers are. One only needs to look at her students who she still keeps contact with and who still visit her after so many years, troop in to see her during holidays. She would buy books and other writing materials for students just to ensure they were encouraged to remain in school, in fact sometimes I was jealous of her students. In recent years she had not been strong enough to travel long distances but she made sure she kept in contact with everyone by phone; family, friends, former students and colleagues. She would keep calling she would never be tired. If she called once or twice and you didn’t pick she didn’t mind tracking you through someone else. Whenever I came in recent times I would see her in her chair with her Daily Manna and her Bible encouraging me that everything would be alright. You made men and women not just your children. Mummy how do I cope with your departure? I take solace in the fact that you are free from worries, sickness and pain and you have gone to rest. Darling, mummy may you dwell in the bosom of our Lord in peace.