When you were baptized as Gladys
Grandma used to call you "ngbara adisi"
In mockery, she was fun
To be with, always full of fun
That many years after her passing
The memories seem like yesterday, just ending

Today you've gone to join them
With her brothers and sisters
And stepbrothers and step sisters
Their parents and grand parents with them
Leaving us broken like reed
Mourning your going in our hour of need;

You've gone to prepare our place
When ready, each will take his place.