Dear Mother, Happy birthday.
Even though I have been far away, despite the fact that I haven’t been faithful in my desire to hear from you, deep down my heart, I care about you. I acknowledge your unfailing care for me from the time you carried me in your womb for nine months. I took your sleeping time, your strength and appetite as you divided them for me in your womb so I can have life. I costed you pains as I can feel the way you travailed in the Labour room to bring me to this world.
“Where is my son? ” was your first yell when I can out of your womb. I made you lose blood as you bleeded profusely during my birth. Your blood was over me, I was drenched in it. Despite the energy you expended, you embraced me and gave me a kiss. Your first kiss signals to me that no matter the pain that I may cost you, you will always love me. You breast-feeded me so I could grow as required, this gave me a conviction that you have an undeniable trust in me by investing part of you in me. You carried me about at your back whereever you went even when it was not convenient, to show the world that I am your seed and you won’t be ashamed of me.
I can imagine back then when you fed me with your fingers. When my tooth began to grow, I tested the firmness and sharpness of my tooth on your fingers. I bit you even in pains you continued feeding me and pet me to continue eating from your fine sir. I urinated and deficated on my body but you are always happy to clean up my mess. I cry and deny you sleep, I can still remember the melody of your sonorous voice as you sing to my little ears that I may sleep. Your back was like a water bed to me when I slept behind you and each time you try to lay me on the bed I cry.
As I began to crawl, you watched me move and observed my movements in the house. When I tried walking , you were always on my side to observe my progress. When I fall, you lifted me up and you stood at the other end beckoning to me that I can do it. You encouraged me, you held my hands and walked with me.
You observed my growth from the numbers of my hairs to the numbers of my teeth as I began to grow. I can imagine the way you watched over me when I was asleep with your caring heart. I can still feel the warmth of your hug when you embraced me saying “David,oko mi”.
I remember the story you told me when I thought I could help myself get water from the flask while I was a year older. I intended helping you as I observed the routine you went through daily: washing my clothes, breast-feeding me, carrying me at your back, bathing me and so on. I never knew I would be costing you more pain as I turned the flask on my leg and the hot water from it poured on my leg. I cried as we both wept that day, I remember your word “iwo omo yi oni pami”. You ran to the hospital as if you were going down the street, the scar still present on my legs.
I remember long time ago when Daddy intended to disown me as he told never to return home again due to my atrusities. I saw you through the window of the seating room as you knew down on my behave to plead. I can’t just continue to remember them all because there are series of accounts of your unfailing love to me. Against all odds, you will forever be my Mother. I love you, Happy birthday mummy.
For the love of my Mother, my family and the entire Olawades.
Dear Mother, Happy birthday.