Deaconess Elizabeth Omolara Simplice

I pray, continue rest in blossom of in blossom of Almighty God and perfect peace, Amen

12 days ago

We mourn your absence, but we also celebrate the gift of having known you. May your example challenge us to live with the same faith, strength and quiet devotion while we still have time. Rest well, Aunty Molara. You fought a good fight, you finished the race, you kept the faith.

13 days ago

A Tribute to My Dearest Aunty Molara Aunty Molara, you were not just an in-law; you became my family in the truest sense of the word. You were my safe place, a source of warmth, love, and unwavering support. You showed up when it mattered most. When I got married into the family, I gained far more than a relative—I gained a woman whose love was genuine, whose kindness was effortless, and whose heart was large enough to make me feel I had always belonged. You never treated me like "the wife who married into the family." You embraced me as your own, and that love never changed. To this day, one of the sweetest sounds I still hear in my heart is your voice calling me, "Olori mi." It was never just a nickname; it was your way of reminding me that I was loved. Today, I would give anything to hear you call me that one more time. One of your greatest qualities was your remarkable ability to make people feel they mattered. Your quiet, comforting presence brought peace wherever you went. You never had to do anything extraordinary—simply knowing you were there made difficult moments easier. When it was time for my wedding ceremonies, you graciously stood in for my mother-in-law during our introduction, traditional wedding, and marriage blessing. Most of my family and friends never met my mother-in-law, but they all knew you because of how present you were in our lives. You embraced my family as your own and built a beautiful relationship with them. When I welcomed our precious daughter, Orinayo, you were at the hospital with us, sharing in our joy. Before we even arrived home, you had already prepared for our arrival, making sure everything we needed was in place. At Orinayo's christening, after the celebration ended and everyone had left, you stayed behind to help me care for my baby and gently guide me as I adjusted to motherhood. Those simple acts spoke volumes about your loving heart. During my late mother's illness, you stood by me and helped care for her. When she passed away, you were in my home the very next morning, comforting me through my grief. You helped plan the funeral and travelled with us to my mother's hometown for her burial. Your presence gave me strength during one of the darkest seasons of my life. You reminded me that even after losing my biological mother, God had surrounded me with people who truly loved me. When my husband became critically ill and was hospitalized last year, you once again became one of our pillars of strength. While I hurried home to wash clothes, prepare meals, and gather strength for another night at the hospital, I never worried because I knew you were with him. Even after he was discharged, you remained with us for several days until you were sure we were coping. That was simply who you were—you carried other people's burdens as though they were your own. One memory has become even more precious since your passing. At my 40th birthday celebration in 2024, you drew me into a warm embrace and prayed for me. They were heartfelt prayers from a woman who genuinely desired God's best for my life. I never imagined I would one day look back on that embrace with tears, grateful I received it, yet wishing it had lasted a little longer. You were also my gist partner. We talked about everything. You listened without judgment, laughed with me, encouraged me, celebrated my victories, and stood beside me through every struggle. Those conversations were one of God's greatest gifts to me, and I will miss them more than words can express. Since your passing, I have reflected on our phone calls, visits, laughter, prayers, and the countless ways you quietly enriched my life. I now realize that love is not always loud. Sometimes love is simply showing up. Sometimes it is a phone call asking, "How are you doing?" Sometimes it is a warm embrace, a whispered prayer, or refusing to leave until someone is truly alright. That was your kind of love—selfless, consistent, and unconditional. Your departure has left a space that can never truly be filled. I will miss your voice, your wisdom, your warmth, hearing you call me "Olori mi," and knowing you were only a phone call away. Yet, even in my sorrow, my heart is filled with gratitude. Thank you for loving me so generously. Thank you for standing with my family through seasons of joy and pain. Thank you for showing me what genuine love looks like. Though saying goodbye is painful, I rejoice in knowing that you finished well and have gone home to be with the Lord you loved and served faithfully. You left behind a legacy far greater than wealth or status—a legacy of kindness, compassion, faithfulness, and unwavering love. I count it one of God's greatest blessings that our paths crossed and that I had the privilege of being loved by you. Until we meet again in the presence of our Lord and Saviour, I will treasure every memory we shared. Rest peacefully, my dearest Aunty Molara You will forever remain in my heart. Your "Olori mi"

13 days ago

A Tribute to My Beloved Aunty Molara There are some people whose presence becomes so much a part of your life that you subconsciously believe they will always be there. To me, Aunty Molara was one of those rare people. I have known her for as long as I can remember. Growing up in my grandmother's house while my mum was in the UK, she was one of the familiar faces that brought warmth into our home. My grandmother, who was her grandaunt, looked forward to her visits, and almost every day after work, Aunty Molara would stop by. Those moments seemed ordinary then, but today I realize they were precious gifts that shaped my childhood. As the years passed, our relationship grew beyond that of family ties. She became someone I could always count on. She had a way of making you feel seen, loved, and important without ever making a fuss about it. She never looked for excuses not to show up. Whether the occasion was joyful or difficult, Aunty Molara was there. When I got married, my mother could not be physically present, yet Aunty Molara stood in that gap with grace and dignity. She represented my mum during my introduction, traditional wedding, and marriage blessing. She celebrated with us as though she were carrying out a personal assignment from God. When our daughter, Orinayo, was born, she rejoiced with us. She came for her christening and stayed behind to help care for my wife and our newborn. That was who she was—she didn't just attend events; she stayed to make sure people were truly okay. Then came one of the most difficult seasons of my life when I was hospitalized. Once again, Aunty Molara showed us what genuine love looks like. While my wife went home to wash my clothes, get some rest, and prepare for the next shift, Aunty Molara stayed by my bedside, praying for me. When my wife returned to spend the night, she quietly went home to rest. They repeated this routine until I was discharged. Even after I returned home, she stayed with us for few more days to ensure we were settling in well. She kept calling afterward, checking on us, praying for us, and making sure we were coping. She was always present. That is the phrase that keeps echoing in my heart. She was always present. One memory I will carry with me forever is our last conversation. Just a few hours before she went to be with the Lord, I had the privilege of speaking with her. I encouraged her to hold on, to lay aside every burden, to forgive anyone who might have hurt her, and to remain strong. I told her that once she was discharged from the hospital, I wanted her to come and stay with us for a while so that we could finally take care of her the way she had always taken care of us. Little did I know that those would be my final words to her. About two hours later, the phone rang. It was her younger sister - Michael's Mum, informing us that she had passed on. My wife cried out in anguish, overwhelmed by the pain. I was speechless. My heart struggled to understand it. Questions flooded my mind. Is this really how someone leaves this world? Could someone I had just spoken to be gone so suddenly? The pain was overwhelming. But even in my grief, I am grateful. Grateful that God allowed our paths to cross. Grateful that I experienced the kind of selfless love she gave so freely. Grateful that my wife, my daughter, and I were blessed to call her family. Aunty Molara lived a life that preached louder than many sermons. She taught us that love is not merely spoken—it is shown. It is found in showing up, in sacrificing your comfort for others, in carrying people's burdens, in checking on them when no one else remembers, and in making yourself available without expecting anything in return. Her footprints are deeply engraved on our hearts, and her memories will remain with us for the rest of our lives. Though our hearts are heavy, we take comfort in knowing that the God she faithfully served loves her even more than we ever could. We trust that she has entered into His eternal rest, where there is no more pain, no more sickness, and no more suffering. Thank you, Aunty Molara, for loving me from childhood into adulthood. Thank you for loving my family as your own. Thank you for always showing up. You have finished your race. You have fought the good fight. You have kept the faith. Until we meet again at the feet of our Lord Jesus Christ, rest peacefully in His everlasting embrace. You will forever be loved. You will forever be remembered. Rest well, Aunty Molara.

14 days ago

Big Mummy, I still can’t believe you’re gone. I miss your everyday messages, your love, and your kind heart. I always called you Grandma, and that’s how I’ll always remember you. I was told not to worry because you were fine, but coming online and seeing that you had passed away shattered me. It hurts knowing I had to find out that way. Rest in peace, Grandma Simplice. 🕊️ Till we meet again. Please give my dad a big hug when you see him, and tell him life hasn’t been the same since he left. You will both forever live in my heart. 😭❤️ Tessy Omolara Odusanya.

17 days ago

*TRIBUTE BY THE OJIKUTU FAMILY* On behalf of the entire S.T.A Ojikutu family, I have the privilege of paying tribute to a woman whose life touched ours in an extraordinary way. Today, we gather with heavy hearts but with gratitude to God for a life that was well lived—a life of love, service, faith, and compassion. On behalf of the Ojikutu family, we express our deepest appreciation for the life and legacy of Mrs. Elizabeth Omolara Simplice, who peacefully slept in the Lord on June 16, 2026, at the age of 70. Mama Elizabeth was a woman whose quiet strength spoke louder than words. She was calm in spirit, gentle in disposition, generous in heart, and unwavering in her devotion to our Lord Jesus Christ. Her Christian faith was not merely professed; it was demonstrated daily through acts of kindness, humility, sacrifice, and genuine love for humanity. Among the countless lives she touched, our family remains forever indebted to her. When our beloved mother, Late Mrs. Adunni Sikirat Ojikutu, needed care, Mama Elizabeth did not hesitate. She gave not only her time but also her strength, her compassion, and her personal resources to ensure that our mother was cared for with dignity, love, and tenderness. She stood by our mother through the difficult days, offering comfort and companionship until our mother’s very last breath. Such selfless devotion cannot be measured by words alone. It is a rare expression of love that reflects the very heart of Christ, who taught us that the greatest love is shown through selfless service to others. For this, and for so much more, the Ojikutu family will forever cherish her memory. We will always remember her as one who gave without expecting anything in return, who served without seeking recognition, and who loved without conditions. Though today we grieve, we do not grieve as those without hope. The Scriptures remind us in 2 Timothy 4:7: “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.” These words beautifully describe Mama Elizabeth’s earthly journey. She finished her race with dignity, faithfulness, and grace. Our prayer is that God will comfort every member of the Simplice and Oke family and all who mourn her passing. May the Lord grant you strength, peace, and the assurance that her good works continue to speak long after her departure. Mama Elizabeth, thank you for the love you shared, the lives you enriched, and the example you set before us. Your kindness has left an enduring imprint on our hearts, and your memory will continue to inspire us to love, serve, and care for one another. As you rest from your earthly labours, we take comfort in the promise of our Lord in Revelation 14:13: “Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord… they will rest from their labour, for their deeds follow them.” Indeed, your deeds follow you. May your gentle soul rest in perfect peace, and may perpetual light shine upon you. Amen. OLUFEMI OJIKUTU For the family.

17 days ago

Till this moment it's still shocking and like it not real. A mother to all children that came her way. Rest in peace in the bossom of your Maker, Grandma Simplice. We all miss you. Good night. My Condolences to the family and friends.

18 days ago

TRIBUTE TO MY AMAZING ROLE MODEL Late Mrs. Elizabeth Omolara Simplice It is with deep sorrow and a profound sense of loss that I mourn your passing. It came as a great shock when I received a distressed phone call from your sister, Iya Juwon, crying out that you had gone to rest with the Lord. I had been with you in the hospital just a day before you passed. You prayed for me, encouraged me to be strong, and assured me that you were feeling much better. Little did I know those would be your final words to me. We shared so much together and were each other’s confidants. You were always there for me at every significant stage of my life. From my wedding, to the birth of my children, to the loving care you gave my late mother until her final breath, your unwavering support never failed. Most recently, after the passing of my husband, you stayed with me throughout my period of mourning, standing firmly beside me and my family through one of the most difficult times of our lives. Your presence brought comfort, strength, and hope. Just three months ago, in April, we gathered joyfully in my home to celebrate your surprise 70th birthday. None of us imagined it would be your last birthday on earth. Today, that beautiful celebration has become a treasured memory that I will forever hold close to my heart. Your kindness, calmness, patience, tolerance, humility, understanding, and forgiving spirit were qualities I deeply admired and sought to emulate. You were truly a remarkable woman and an exceptional role model. You were a devoted child of God who faithfully shared daily prayers and devotional messages that strengthened and inspired many. You touched countless lives through your generosity and compassion. You were a giver in every sense of the word, always willing to help, encourage, and uplift others without expecting anything in return. In your own quiet way, you were a true philanthropist. You stood by people through seasons of joy and sorrow alike, offering love, wisdom, and unwavering support. Your sincerity and warmth made everyone feel valued and loved. Your kindness brought many of us together and strengthened the bonds within our family. You were truly God’s gift to us all. Journeying with you across cities and towns from the 1980s until your final days has left me with countless beautiful and unforgettable memories that I will cherish forever. Though our hearts are heavy with grief, we take comfort in knowing that your legacy of love, faith, generosity, and selfless service will continue to live on in the many lives you touched. We love you dearly, but God loved you even more and has called you home to eternal rest. Rest peacefully in the loving embrace of your Creator until we meet again. Adieu, my beautiful and loving sister. With love always, Odusanya Adenike Ojikutu (Mummy Tessy)

18 days ago

It was like a dream when I heard the shocking news of your death but it now done on me as I am writing this tribute in your honour, Deaconess Elizabeth Omolara Simplice, you were a friend more than a blood sister to me and my family. The remembrance of all we shared together and your usual good gestures, love, kindness, encouragements, faithfulness and your sincerely standing by me to make my building project achievable. All these and many more make me feel like am alone in this world. I miss you so much. 😭😭😭😭 Ore/Egbon rere, Sun re o laya Jesu Kristi Oluwa re. Bye now, till we meet to part no more. 😭😭😭😭

22 days ago

You are a kind hearted loving sister, friend and a mother. Each encounter with you can't be expressed with words. You will forever be in my mind. Rest on grandma simplice as you're foundly call. .

24 days ago