No.1 Street of Love,
Across my four-chambered heart,
An Indebted Heart,
Mind, body, and soul.
Every day of my life, Forever and the day after.
I hope this meets you in a happy place. It’s your birthday today and I have thought hard and long about what your letter should read this year. But I seem to have a problem starting. My heart is racing with so many emotions and my pen can’t stop bleeding. I wondered, what kind of a creature could elicit so many emotions in me at a beat? It could only be you, my mother. What amazes me more is that your love for me is incomparable to I how feel towards you. I bless the day you held me in your arms for the first time. You must have counted my toes to see if they were complete. How you must have been in awe of the little bundle of joy you brought into the world!
My mother, Wura mi, an epitome of beauty, a woman of valor, you are everything love. It must have been a tiring job raising my siblings and I. As a teenager, I must have been a handful with my rebellious act. Now, I look back at those days and I can’t thank you enough for holding on to me. You never for once left me alone to go ahead with whatever I wanted to do which at that moment must have been the nicest decision to me which unknowingly to me could have been something I will forever regret and even put blame on you. Wura mi, you are love and you have taught and shown me what it is to love and be loved. Sometimes, you teach me some lessons in a hard way repeatedly making me know that life is not a bed of roses and you could be so gentle with me, I find it sometimes unnerving but it is the most comfortable I have ever felt. You are a mixture of hot lava and ice. Wura mi, the disciplinarian, you are so full of humor its shocking. I could discuss any freaking thing with you, yes, you are that welcoming. You’ve built so much confidence in me I’m not scared to approach anyone as you have always said “God got you!”
Happy birthday my Quintenessence and a happy mother’s day to you. A day is not fixed to celebrate you for you are celebrated every day. “Behind every successful man is a woman” but Mother behind every successful child is his mother just like how a pestle is irrelevant without its mortar. I’m never alone because it is your praying lips and hands stretched towards the heaven I see whenever I look back! I’m blessed and you, my mother is Blessing.
A child forever.