I know this may trigger some sorrowful memories from my brothers and sisters tagged here, but please forgive me for my inconvenience. As I grew up at a very tender age with my auntie(of blessed memory), I never appreciated what she was training me ahead for, but rather IGNORANTLY saw her training as the worse ordeal i ever went through in life. little did I know, that this noble woman, a mother of all mothers was God sent. We lived together under this single parent for not less than 20 years with at least 6 other children excluding her 6 biological ones. We also seasonally managed with at least 4 or 5 more other children who visit periodically. An outsider could hardly tell which child belonged to her and which does not. The first time I wept following a deceased was when I heard she passed on in the capital city, accra. My tears was not just for her death, but the memories of her persistent tears over my stubborn attitude under her care. I was the MOST DEVIANT she ever handled in my humble opinion, and strongly believes she should have seen me in my current changed state as she desperately desired. I find it very difficult to hold my tears when I remember what I put her through in trying to change me. I conclude by calling on all friends to PLEASE pause and say a prayer for my mother, father, guardian, counselor, teacher, and everything, HAJIA MARIAMA IDDISAH! MAY YOUR RESPECTED AND HUMBLE SOUL REST IN JANNAH-TIL FIRDAUS. Tanks for reading!!!!!!!
Posted on: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 11:38:01 +0000
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