IN LOVING MEMORY - 2

I used to imagine how emotional my wedding day would be considering the bond between my mum and I.

The few times I’ve left home filled me with emotional memories. Recalling them right now gives me nostalgic feelings.

The very first time I left home was for boarding school in S.S1. I was initially excited about the thought of leaving the house. The thoughts of not having to do dishes or any other house chore and being missed from the house for a period, so everybody can know your value in the house (please don’t ask me where I got that philosophy from☺). I was so happy to leave the house that I did not even take time to ask what life in G.S.S Bwari looked like (if you attended a government boarding school, you’d be able to relate).

Mummy made sure I had every necessary thing and maybe a little extra (yes, she was as caring as that). On the said day of resumption, the whole excitement and joy of leaving home disappeared as I became emotional and started crying right from the gate of the house. My dear mother did not say anything till we got to school. After all the advice and prayers, my mum hugged me and she could not hold her tears back anymore. It was so emotional that daddy was getting irritated by the uncontrolled show of emotions (this thing with Nigerian fathers. Lol.).  She thereafter gave me a few words and some more money, after which I entered the school and bade them farewell.

This whole emotional episode was a norm every resumption and visiting day till I graduated from the school (My guardians got used to the drama.. lol).

Oh, I remember how special visiting days were to me. Did I tell you that she made sure my entire family always came to drop me and visit me in school? Mummy would make me believe she was not coming, only to surprise me with her presence and a “Ghana-must-go” bag filled with a lot of goody-goodies. How about the heavy coolers of fried rice and chicken, packets of plantain chips and apples? She was always excited to meet my friends in school and she had a package for any one of them she met.

 Mummy made my entire family escort me on my first trip to the University (E shock you? You don’t know my mother o! If she had her way, she would have followed me to NYSC camp in Ebonyi sef, lol), she also gave me a number of loving visits.

On one of those days where she followed me to the car park and stayed with me till the car commenced its journey for Anyigba as usual, she gave me a peck on my cheeks just before the bus took off which made us laugh at the passengers who could not hide their admiration for the mother-daughter love they had witnessed. That moment was priceless!

Mummy would call me and say “anything for the girls?” and I’d reply, “mummy, girls are broke o”, she’d go on to say “a whole Doctor?” and I’d remind her that I was a Microbiology student and not a medical student, then we’d laugh it off and she’d make sure my bank account is reimbursed.

Did mummy spoil me? With plenty love, maybe! (I guess this is where I learned to love from), however as we go further on this journey, you’ll see that she was a disciplinarian, yet so loving and sweet.

These are scribbles straight from my heart. I guess it’s time to drop my golden pen in the basket of love (ancient love letter lines) as my eyes are teary already!.

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