Mrs Ibinabo Fiberesima celebrates her son's graduation from the university







Its no surprise that Mrs Ibinabo Fiberesima's son banks a BA honour from a university in the U.K.

The beautiful and young looking actress who has a reputation as the former president of Actors’ Guild of Nigeria (AGN), has taken to her social media page to celebrate her son "Malcolm Trimnell" who recently graduated from University of Southampton in the United Kingdom.
Malcolm Trimnell banked a BA honours in Film Making from the university.

The proud mother uploaded posts on her social media platforms praising God for the graduation of her son.








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