My mother, you nursed me, brought me up, giving me all the training I needed to brace up with the various bends of life. You also went ahead to the extent of sacrificing all your treasures, just to make me become a graduate. I can remember, among other things, the days we used to farm from 6am-6pm; the days you used to beg my principal not to send me home...; the days you used to carry food on you head, trekking from Mbapier to Taraku to support me; the day you almost embarrassed me when you carried food items on the head and entered BSU, my school then, to see me...... Oh! Yesterday, you gave up. You left me. Painful, your demise sounds; but much more painful is the fact that you only saw my NYSC CERTIFICATE, without reaping the fruit of your labour. Lamentations, I have discovered, would not make you come back. May you, therefore, REST IN PEACE, AMEN.
Posted on: Wed, 10 Dec 2014 08:36:41 +0000
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