Mrs.Elizabeth Yeyemi Otegbeye

If our mother had been present while we planned her funeral and memorial, the very first thing she would have said was, "Why are you spending so much money on this? Just keep it simple.'' Then, while we protested that the cost did not matter if we could afford it, the next thing she would have said would be, "By the way, Lagbaja from XYZ, whom your father knew twenty years ago, needs help to go to graduate school. It would be good if you could put the money together for that instead.'' The name, circumstance, and relationship of the beneficiary may have varied, but her sentiment was always the same. And so, here we are.

When the older three of us kids welcomed her home after her second period of study in the United States, we performed a play reenacting the story of Samuel. We cannot remember exactly why we chose that particular story, nor can we recall who played each role. What we do remember is that it ended with Samuel responding to God’s call, as instructed by Eli, with the words:

"Here I am; send me.''

In many ways, that was the summary of our mother’s life. She always answered every call with: "Here I am; send me.''

A Good, Intentional, and Purposeful Life.

She exemplified Paul’s charge by devoting her life to doing good and providing for real needs. She refused to live a useless life. She lived by the conviction that "those who live good lives find peace and rest in death.'' Every action and every phase of her life was intentional and diligently executed. She never lived with a mind for frivolity or excess, but always with a desire to help others — often helping others first, and sometimes in ways she would never help herself.

Each of her children experienced the familiar and often frustrating conversations in which she dismissed her own needs while passionately advocating for someone else’s welfare. She would call with elaborate plans for assisting others, while neglecting herself entirely. Truly, she did not live a useless life.

"Our people must learn to spend their time doing good, in order to provide for real needs; they should not live useless lives.'' - Titus 3:14 (GNT)

She applied herself to every responsibility with the determination to complete whatever she began. She was never content merely to be willing to act; she acted. She pursued every task eagerly, diligently, and wholeheartedly, giving her very best until the work was finished.

"My opinion is that it is better for you to finish now what you began last year. You were the first, not only to act, but also to be willing to act. On with it, then, and finish the job! Be as eager to finish it as you were to plan it, and do it with what you now have.'' - 2 Corinthians 8:10--11 (GNT)

"Good people die, and no one understands or even cares. But when they die, no calamity can hurt them. Those who live good lives find peace and rest in death.'' - Isaiah 57:1--2 (GNT)

Living in Expectation of Liberation into His Rest.

If God’s love and His law had not been the source of her peace and strength, she would likely have succumbed much earlier to her sufferings. Her seventy-five years of productive living concealed a body deeply affected by a difficult genetic condition that she endured with remarkable grace. While sickled red blood cells altered and hardened blood vessels, deformed bones, weakened joints, and affected her eyesight, she continued to persevere, saying in essence:

"My sufferings, Lord, are indeed terrible. But as long as You keep me alive, I will continue.''

And continue she certainly did.

She travelled to places she once dreamed of visiting, worked in spaces she had set her mind upon, and lived a life marked by determination and creativity. From the United States to Canada, and through years of service in the Nigerian civil service, she remained relentlessly industrious. She was an economist who became a leather goods maker, farmer, baker, and nutritional innovator.

During her undergraduate years in the United States, while working in the hospitality industry, she embraced what would today be described as a deeply organic lifestyle. Soy milk in our home was produced from soybeans cultivated in Dipo’s fields. Cornflakes, for much of our childhood, were literally steamed and dried corn kernels harvested from the farm. Rice was parboiled in its husk and manually processed into what today would be considered a whole-food product.

Even after retiring to Lagos, long after the farms had closed and her lifelong partner in labour had passed on, her instinct was still to enroll in a baking certificate course. She never stopped learning, creating, or doing. An apt motto for her would be "there are no limits to a mind that keeps learning''.

All of this she accomplished while enduring the pain of misshapen bones, worn joints from avascular necrosis, vaso-occlusive crises, and retinopathy — pains that began long before her contracted pelvis carried and delivered four children. Yet for seventy-five years, despite what her body suggested as limitations, she rose above it all steadfastly productive. Relentlessly doing. Relentlessly giving.

She did not neglect God’s laws but lived according to His faithfulness. She came to understand, as we all eventually must, that everything in life has limits, but His commandments are perfect. God did not leave her wandering endlessly like a worn-out wineskin or a lost sheep. In His mercy, He ultimately delivered her into rest.

"If your law had not been the source of my joy, I would have died from my sufferings.''- Psalm 119

Liberation into Eternal Rest.

In death, she was eternally set free from the power of sin — the unavoidable weakness of the human heart. She was also liberated forever from the pain imposed by the gradual decay of the human body. Through this liberation, she entered into eternal rest. She exchanged her old rugged cross for everlasting peace and crowned rest with her Saviour.

In her own words:

Because He lives, I can face tomorrow.

Because He lives, all fear is gone.

Because I know He holds my future,

Life is worth the living just because He lives.

"For when we die, we are set free from the power of sin. Since we have died with Christ, we believe that we will also live with him.'' - Romans 6:7--8 (GNT)

It is with a deep sense of loss, yet with profound gratitude to God for a life beautifully lived, that I pen this tribute to my beloved aunt, Mrs. Elizabeth Yeyemi Otegbeye. As my mother’s immediate younger sister, she was far more than an aunt to me, and she played a significant role in my successes and was a foundational pillar in my life, a guide, and a true mentor. A Sanctuary of Love and Mentorship During the critical years of my post-secondary education, between 1991 and 2000, she opened both her home and her heart to me. Living in Zaria with her and her loving husband of blessed memory provided me with an environment in which I not only grew academically, but also matured into a better version of myself. Her home was a sanctuary built on love, discipline, and unwavering support. The lessons she taught me during those formative nine years became the blueprint for the person I am today. A Legacy of Impact. Without a doubt, she was one of the most pleasant women I have ever had the privilege of knowing. Her disposition was a rare blend of warmth, kindness, and boundless patience. She possessed a unique gift for lighting up every room she entered and bringing peace to every situation. Her kindness was not reserved for family alone. To know Mama Moji was to be impacted by her. She had a profoundly generous spirit and left a lasting, positive mark on nearly every life she encountered. She poured herself into others selflessly, asking for nothing in return except to see them succeed. ``A mentor is not just someone who guides your steps, but someone who lights your path through the power of their own character.'' She was that light for me. Goodnight, My Mentor. Though she closed her eyes in eternal rest on April 30th, 2026, the investments she made in my life and in the lives of countless others will never fade. Her legacy lives on in our hearts, in our successes, and in the love we continue to share because she first showed it to us. Thank you, Mummy Zaria, for your shelter, your wisdom, and your unmatched grace. Rest in perfect peace beside your beloved husband in the bosom of our Lord.

Mama E. Y. Otegbeye was a true lover of God whose life reflected humility, faith, prayer, and Christian virtues. She was a devoted and active member of the Women Missionary Union (WMU), always committed to the growth of God’s work in Calvary Baptist Church Samaru Zaria. Her passion for the things of God and her concern for the progress of the church will never be forgotten. She was a loving mother who brought up her children in the fear and way of the Lord, teaching them by both words and example. Mama was a woman of prayer, gentle in speech, quiet, peaceful, and never troublesome. Her calm spirit and godly character made her a blessing to everyone around her. As one of the finest Financial Secretaries Calvary Baptist Church ever had, she served faithfully, diligently, and with integrity. She carried out her responsibilities with wisdom, honesty, and dedication to the glory of God. Mama loved children dearly and showed kindness and care to many lives. Her life was a testimony of faithfulness, service, and devotion to Christ. Though her departure leaves a great vacuum in the church and among loved ones, we are comforted knowing that she lived for the Lord and finished her race well. Indeed, Mama E. Y. Otegbeye will be greatly missed, but her godly legacy, prayers, and impact will continue to speak for generations. ``Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.'' — Psalm 116:15

The Management and entire staff of the National Research Institute for Chemical Technology (NARICT) received with deep sorrow the news of the demise of Mrs. Elizabeth Yeyemi Otegbeye, a distinguished former staff member whose life and service left an indelible mark on the Institute and all who encountered her. Mrs. Otegbeye joined the service of the Institute as a Planning Officer II on 8th December, 1988, and diligently served the Institute with uncommon dedication, loyalty, and integrity until her retirement on the 12th of March, 2016. Throughout her years of service, she distinguished herself not merely as a committed officer but as a compassionate mentor, counsellor, and mother figure to countless members of staff. To many within the NARICT family, she was more than a colleague; she was a source of encouragement, wisdom, and stability. Her warm disposition, sincerity of purpose, and readiness to assist others earned her the admiration and respect of staff across generations. Numerous staff members fondly remember her motherly role in their personal and professional lives, especially during moments of difficulty and uncertainty. One of her most enduring legacies remains the establishment of the NARICT Multipurpose Cooperative Society, a visionary initiative which has continued to grow and positively impact not only members of staff but also individuals outside the Institute community. Through this noble initiative, Mrs. Otegbeye demonstrated exceptional foresight, financial discipline, and selfless commitment to the welfare of others. In her, integrity was truly personified. Her prudent financial advice and guidance helped many staff members navigate challenging periods and build more secure lives for themselves and their families. Mrs. Elizabeth Yeyemi Otegbeye lived a life of purpose, service, and compassion. Her contributions to the growth of the Institute and the wellbeing of staff will never be forgotten. Though she has departed this earthly realm, the values she upheld, the lives she touched, and the institution she helped strengthen will continue to speak in her memory. The NARICT community mourns the loss of an exemplary woman, a devoted mentor, and a pillar of support to many. We pray that Almighty God grants her eternal rest and comforts her family, friends, colleagues, and all who mourn her passing. May her gentle soul rest in perfect peace.

With total submission to the will of God, Mommy, as I normally called you, you were like an elder sister to me. We love you, but God loves you most. I recall your stories about your early life and early married life in Zaria, as well as your early days in NARICT as a young Planning Officer in the PSIT Department, coupled with all the challenges of balancing work, school, and raising a young family. Despite all these, you gave your very best to the growth of the Institute until your retirement. As a young graduate and Planning Officer II posted to the Department, you welcomed me wholeheartedly, telling me that you used to see my husband at Savannah Flats. Knowing that I was just starting a new family life, once it was 4:00 PM, you would ask me to go home and attend to my young family. You would continue with the rest of the work, and when I returned the next day, I would continue from where I had stopped. Thank you for your support and encouragement. You impacted young colleagues by teaching us how to become successful through self-improvement and the acquisition of more knowledge, enabling us to reach the peak of our careers within the system. You touched the lives of many people in many ways and advised them to live balanced lives. How I wish you had lived much longer, but God knows best because He loves you more than we do. Continue to rest in the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ. 🙏😭😭😭 I will always cherish those moments we shared together, to the glory of God, as junior and senior officers working harmoniously as colleagues.

She was such a wonderful woman. A mother indeed that left a great impact in the lives of people that crosses her path. My boss, my mummy, my mentor, my adviser, my gist mate. Even after her retirement. Mummy was an angel in human form. She has finished her course, she has ran her race, a crown is waiting for her. May her precious soul rest in peace. May the good Lord continue to comfort us all in Jesus. Amen

Today, my heart is heavy as I remember you. Though you left this world too soon, the impact of your life continues to shine brightly in mine. When I was struggling through school, weighed down by financial burdens that made each day feel like an uphill battle, you appeared like a quiet angel. Without hesitation and without expecting anything in return, you stepped forward and provided the support I desperately needed. You did not merely offer assistance; you gave me hope and belief. You saw potential in me at a time when life felt overwhelming, and you responded with a compassion that few people possess. Your kindness was never loud or showy; it was steady, sincere, and life-changing. Through your generosity, you taught me the true meaning of quiet grace and the importance of lifting others up. Rest in eternal peace, dear Mummy Otegbeye. Thank you for everything you did for me and for so many others. Your memory will forever remain a blessing, and your legacy of kindness will continue to live on through me and through everyone privileged enough to have experienced your love and generosity. With deepest gratitude and love.

The news of your passing left a deep ache in my heart that words can hardly express. You were more than a friend to me; you were a sister and a precious part of my life's journey. Through the years, we shared laughter, tears, prayers, and countless memories that I will forever treasure. You had a beautiful heart, always ready to encourage, support, and uplift those around you. Your kindness touched so many lives, and I am grateful that mine was one of them. I will miss our conversations, your warm smile, and the comfort of knowing you were always there. As I mourn your passing, I also celebrate your life,a life well lived, a life that reflected love, faith, and compassion. I pray that God grants your family comfort and strength during this difficult time. Rest Well until the Resurrection Morning. With love and gratitude, Deaconess F.T Babalola.

Yemi brought so much joy to our household when she stayed with us as a student at Saint Augustine’s. Our children, Kimberly and Todd, were teenagers at the time, and Yemi quickly became like a third child to us. The three of them were always playing tricks on one another! (“Who’s under my bed tonight?”) She was so easy to get along with and always deeply grateful for everything. But there was another remarkable side to Yemi — she was driven. Whatever she set her mind to, you could be certain she would find a way to achieve it. For instance, she courageously left her young family in Nigeria in the care of loved ones and crossed the ocean to pursue her college degree. I must not omit mentioning her faith, which was so evident in the way she lived. No matter how late she returned home on a Saturday night or how heavy her school workload was, on Sunday morning, she would be up and ready to go to Sunday School and church with us. I can truly say that if the world had more people like Yemi, we would live in a much better place. We are truly grateful for the time she spent with us and for the beautiful footprint she left on our family.

My dearest sister, I always knew that one day, the One who created you would bring an end to your long years of suffering. I have carried this thought in my heart ever since I came to know you closely after you returned from Zaria in your early sixties. Then, when I learned of your passing on the 1st of May, 2026, I found myself thanking God for finally bringing relief to your decades of pain and suffering. What saddened my heart most was that you did not fully enjoy the fruits of all your labour and sacrifices in the many places where you had sown so much goodness. But who are we to question God concerning His handiwork? “Egbon mi Alatunse Uli Rotimi”, as I fondly called you whenever we spoke on the phone or sat together either in your house or mine. I often told you that you were created for a special purpose in your father’s house. Otherwise, you might have had nothing more to do with the family when you left in search of the destiny God had prepared for you, a destiny your father could not provide for, not because he did not love you, but because of circumstances beyond the family’s financial ability. It was a difficult journey between you and your God. You once told me that if you succeeded in achieving your goal, you would return home; but if you failed, the family should forget they ever had a child called “Ajayi”. When God eventually answered your prayers, you returned and took your place as one of the pillars of the family. You touched the lives of all your siblings, your nieces and nephews, many of your father’s neighbours, and countless others who crossed your path, including many who were not related to you by blood. In all of this, my loving sister, my greatest joy is that you left behind children of great value and character. You served your God diligently with your time, strength, and resources, even during moments when you were physically weak and burdened by pain. My consolation is the assurance that heaven is surely yours, because you possessed a pure heart and clean hands. My beloved sister, continue to rest peacefully in the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ until we meet again to part no more. Omo Olujan Akuro Dogbon. Adieu.