Another Trip To London:

🎉 A Reflection on My Sister’s 60th Birthday Celebration 🎉

The Manor at Bickley, Bromley — St. Andrew’s Day, November 30th

I had the privilege of attending my sister’s 60th birthday celebration on St. Andrew’s Day, November 30th, at the serene and charming Manor at Bickley in Bromley, London. The weather was brisk and characteristically English — cold enough to make you question your life choices, yet perfectly in keeping with the season. But even that chill could not dull the warmth of the occasion. My sister was radiant, surrounded and supported by her three lovely daughters, who stood proudly by her throughout the event.

The evening itself was unforgettable. Guests were welcomed with generous servings of finger foods and pies, leading into an abundant spread of dishes that reminded us of home — smokey jollof rice, white rice with designer stew, and of course, the ever-present swallow selections. And then came my personal favorite: a steaming bowl of spicy pepper soup, perfectly suited for the cold weather outside. Hot tea and coffee flowed freely, fortifying everyone against the brisk London night.

My sister danced her heart out, joined by family, friends, and loved ones who traveled from near and far just to celebrate her. Even those who couldn’t attend sent their heartfelt messages, prayers, and support. And while everyone did their part to honor her on the dance floor, I must mention Temitope — the undisputed dancing queen of the family. Though she began the night modestly, once she warmed up, she lit up the room with her energy, ably supported by Tayme. My nieces and nephews were also in attendance, impeccably dressed and glowing — but none of us could rival the elegance of the three sculptured dresses worn by the celebrant herself. She understood the assignment.

My sister called, and we all showed up — because that is what family does.

And speaking of family, I was blessed with the best company at my table. I was flanked by my brothers Gbenga and Leke, and their adorable wives Nada and Margaret, whose warmth, laughter, and easy companionship added richness to the evening. We ate together, toasted together, and enjoyed the kind of fellowship that reminds you why family bonds are priceless.

The refreshments flowed generously — Irish cream for the ladies, a variety of single-malt selections, and, unbeknownst to me, a box of Cointreau, my favorite, tucked away just behind my seat. It wasn’t discovered until long after the party had ended — perhaps a blessing in disguise, as the bar had already provided more than enough delightful, alcohol-infused cocktails to keep spirits high.

The music was absolutely banging — an electric mix of 80s and 90s classics blended seamlessly with Nigerian hits that have now become global staples. At this stage, no one should be surprised to hear Afrobeats at parties in every corner of the world. It was a soundtrack worthy of the celebration.

Yes, African timing made its appearance, as always. But in the end, none of it mattered.

What mattered was the love, the laughter, the dancing, and above all, the celebration of a woman who has lived 60 meaningful years — filled with achievements, memories, grace, resilience, and triumph over many of life’s challenges.

Sister, I raise my glass to you.

I wish you many more years of joy, abundance, and—above all—peace.

The grace of God that has carried you this far will continue to go ahead of you, surround you, and sustain you.

Your faith will continue to light your path.

Amen.