My mom enjoyed cooking and baking when we were small, and I can still be momentarily transported back to the late 80s when I inhale the scent of a favorite childhood snack baking. Mom had to hide the dozens and dozens of chin-chin snacks and fried chicken laps & wings she baked & fried each year for Sallah celebrations so we wouldnt eat them all before the holiday relatives were shuffled in and out. I make her sound like wonder woman only because frankly she was... There are so many things I wish I could have shared with my mother, but Gods timing intervened. Mom went home on June 13, 1993, after a brief illness while pregnant, and surrendered in the Hamdalla Hopital bed in Bompai, Kano State. For many years I lamented that I didnt know my mom very well when she died, but as I look back now from a different vantage point, I can begin to appreciate the tapestry God has woven through my mother and that He is weaving through me still... ~~~Tears~~~
Posted on: Mon, 24 Mar 2014 16:46:13 +0000
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