ONI TEGA...

Sometime in June my mama came to abuja to rest, change of scene/environment. There are three of us kids in abuja so she had a swell time going from house to house. She wasn't very strong, she used a stick sometimes but she was generally happy to be around us.

When I took her to the airport, I had to arrange wheel chair services for her and I felt so bad seeing her in the chair but I didn't want her to suffer trekking and risking the flight leaving her. While we were waiting my mama gave me plenty advice about marriage,  telling me how much she loves me. I wheeled her almost to the Tarmac and I started to cry uncontrollably for no reason, the airport staff were making fun of me. My husband kept wondering why I was crying so much.

Now I know why! She called me her confidant, told me (almost) everything. Sometimes it felt like a burden hearing her tales but....

At about midday My mummy, Oni Tega like I fondly called her, my paddy went to rest. I am sad because I hoped I'd see you next week, because I hoped you'd carry my babies, you even had a name for the first child but I am glad you gave your life to Christ. 

73 with 8 children, 15 grandchildren, God was good to you. 

Enjoy your stay with God and you had better join the cloud of witnesses the bible talked about. 

You weren't perfect but I love you endlessly.

On a lighter note I am officially an orphan.