Aunty Agnes a woman of substance and standard. She was fashionable, stylish, compassionate, dutiful, loving and caring mother. What a woman? Her anger and anxiety are garnished with laughter and jokes, always hopeful that the best will come. After chatting for a while this will be followed by prayers and songs of praise and choruses. She was motivated, has determination to pursue anything most precious and vital to her and achieve whatever she wanted. Aunty Agnes loves to do her petty trading in jewelleries and scarf and loves to give out gifts. She has good communicator and persuasive and can sell to anyone. You may end up buying more from her. She always gives words of encouragement that God will make provision. She was a God fearing person. She loved her family and she always pray for all of them including her beloved daughter Annette and grandson Isaac. In the past 15years of knowing Aunty Agnes I had never seen her angry before. We became very close more than a family, all my friends and anyone around me got to know her. Aunty Agnes was beautiful both inside and outside. She only need to meet you or being introduced to you once and will never forget you. I first met Aunty Agnes (Joke) in July 1999 through work capacity at Mark House Day Centre where we both worked as temp workers. I never knew we live so close to each other until one day I found her trolling up my road going to the hair dresser salon. Since 1999, I introduce Aunty Agnes to my family, she became a friend, a sister a mother and grandmother to my children. Aunty Agnes share some characteristics that were very personal to me and my children, which we will always remember her for. I see Aunty Agnes in her life-time nearly every other day and I speak to her nearly every day. Her love, affection and kindness of her heart surpasses my imagination. Aunty Agnes soothing words of comfort can reduce bigger problem and difficulties into joy and laughter. In her eyes there is nothing too big or too small for her to do. She is always willing to share whatever she has and to render assistance. When I am annoyed, she will tell me, “Pat God will not come down to talk to you. He’s given us the strength to deal with all principalities and power, so just continue praying” Every day when my phone rings at 06:00pm or 08:00am Saturday morning I know who is calling, “Pat are you working late again” she will ask. At 10:00am, “Pat are you going to the market”, no Aunty Agnes, where are you, replied “in the market” so early “yes I will pass the house. For Aunty Agnes there is nothing two small or greater for her to do. Her absences in the house is like a light had been turned off in my life. May her Soul Rest in Peace. Amen Patricia