IN LOVING MEMORY - 5
Hello Thursday! I hope your night was as restful as mine. This morning, I did not feel like getting up from my bed, all thanks to the early morning Harmattan breeze. It was so cool that all I wanted was to just stay wrapped in my blanket and keep sleeping for as long as I could sleep. I had to remind myself that my goals were too big to be achieved only in my dreamland and so, if I must move, I have to get up first. I recall with fondness and an inevitable dose of nostalgia my mother’s thoughtfulness and understanding. I had my nursery and primary education at St. Luke’s (Cathedral) Anglican Private School, Jos where my mother taught ( being a teacher’s child is a whole experience on its own ). The day preceding my graduation from the school, I was in school with my classmates for rehearsals. After the rehearsals, we all wandered into various childish discussions when one of my classmates just made a remark that really hit me. He said “I know Deborah will wear gown tomorrow”. ( Y