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Sounds like clusters hit His ears
Men in flusters called His name
Send us help they prayed

Seasons in luster hit the earth
January in truster saw the need
Send this One your aide

Peace kissed the earth
Colours twist in stars
Hope Knits our hearts

Itunu is born!

Pretty as the Son
Wise like the father
Gracious as the Spirit

Itunu is born!

Greater than Great
Wealthier than wealth
Fruitful than fruits

Itunu is born!

Our Living Legend
Our Loving Mother
Our Lulling Mentor

Itunu is born!


Iya mi long after you are gone (AT THE FULLNESS OF TIME O), the world won’t forget you. Not only because of the works, but because you truly love the father and it is written that the memory of the righteous is blessed..Proverbs 10:7

Happy birthday my mummy funke, you are preserved, strengthened and greatly multiplied



  1. Happy birthday ma. More fruitful years ahead.


  3. Happy birthday ma. God bless and grace ur new age ma.

  4. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MA. More of Gods divin mercy N Favour rest on U. May d grace N anaining of God on ur life increase continually

  5. Lateef Oluwabunmi TemitopeJanuary 28, 2016 at 7:43 PM

    Happy birthday my Mama nd mentor nd role model God bless u richly nd abundantly ma... You r truely a treasure to this world ma....I love u Mama....


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