A word
Tenacious – That is
word that comes to mind about a lady I have known all my life. A fighter, a
warrior, a lioness and an Amazon.
As the middle child
she was never a middling, from childhood despite all she went through; I heard
stories that made my hairs stand on end but when I look back with deep
reflection and I realise that I get my fighting spirit off her.
The day I was born,
no one believed that she had been with child, she was back at work because the hospital
had to keep me and they did not need to keep her – she never idled, she just
got on with being resourcefully productive.
Facing countless storms
We walked into the
ward 43 years ago, the bed was empty, where could her Diamond have gone? The
worst could have happened; my dad had gone for an operation, between the
confusion around and the distress I was having, she calmly located where they
had moved him, it is the earliest I can remember of my mother tackling serious
life issues.
A very religious
woman, prayerfully withstanding every kind of opposition, I do not think we
have ever fully appreciated her worth in what she has struggled to be and become
for all of us. But today, I see a mother hen who has shielded us like an eagle
to her chicks, a lioness to her cubs, a mother lovingly holding the hand of her
child as we walk through the crowds.
Her greatest desire
That she always
wanted the best for us was never in dispute, that we probably did not get that
far was not her fault, she saw dangers we never envisaged and worked to ensure
her premonitions never became our experiences.
Her love, her zest
for life, the sacrifices made that I have seen of no other person, she is of inestimable
value, a treasure we have sometimes abused, maligned or ignored but still
carries the greatest worth of what we can ever possess.
Relentless, unstinting,
dogged, determined and supportive, a peerless mother whose voice to me still
comforts and says things are well.
70 with thanks
We celebrate Ìyá. Ìyá
is 70 – Happy Birthday, woman of God, A. J., many happy returns, with love and
affection, may you see more happy, wonderful, healthful, bountiful, joyful and
fruitful days.
Ìyá!
1 comment:
I remember my 1st trip to Lagos was with Iya Isolo. I pray many more years with Joy and vigour.
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