Akhazebue Joseph’s Story
Please celebrate my Mum with me, Mrs Patricia Akhazebue.
She has been my helper from day one. Ever since I was diagnosed of diabetes. She have been the source of my life. Even when the ailment was critical and I was unable to do some certain things on my own, she was the only person who took care of me. She moved from place to place, church to church for my healing.
Please publish this story for me. This is the little way I can show her appreciation for all she did for me, because I’m not yet rich to buy her the biggest things in the world.
I thank God for his healing for me and He should please let my mom live long to enjoy the fruit of her labour in my life.
Johvita Ndidi’s Story
One very sweet memory of my mum that can never be erased in a hurry will be the time I was admitted in the hospital for months and my mum was by my bedside 24/7 nursing and praying for me to get better, and I eventually did all thanks to God.
When I lost my dad, she took over the role of a father and filled the vacuum. Each time I count my blessings, I count my mum twice. She is a great woman, she’s my pastor, my doctor, my support system, my pride, my pillar of strength, my number one fan, my cheerleader, my best friend, my everything.
Mum like no other. She has a special name for me,a very beautiful name. I celebrate you dear mother every day, and on this special occasion may heaven rejoice over you. I pray that GOD will keep and preserve you always. Love you always.
Ikenna Akwuruaha’s Story
It was examination period in my secondary school days. I hadn’t paid my fees and was sent out of the gate. My mum had given me a written note, but the management never hearkened to it, telling me my mum must come herself. All pleas were to no avail. I had to put a call across to my mum, with a teacher’s phone. She pleaded with them, but nothing.
Exams had started, and it also had started raining really heavily as well. Some minutes later I saw my mum running towards the gate all soaked. I felt like crying. She had to leave work and come plead with them herself. They finally agreed, and she told me she had faith in me to still be the best in that paper even if they were about 30mins in. My morale was boosted and I excelled in that paper and in the class as a whole.
Whenever I remember this, I still feel the droplets of water from her wrapper, dripping from my eyes.
The story of my mum is that of unconditional love. She was a single mum with four children. She single-handedly trained all of us with no help from father or family members from her petty trade.
There were too many instances of selflessness and unconditional love for her children; which will I even mention? Is it the many times that she gave up her food that we may eat? Or the times that she had just one pair of wrapper and does “wash and wear” just because of us?
There are too many instances, but two significant ones I could never forget was when I was about 7 years old and I was given an injection that almost paralysed my leg. She had to carry me on her back during those timesd to and from the hospital.
Another was when I was leaving home for the very first time for the university she went straight to collect her ‘ajo’ (contribution) and she gave me all of it without taking out a dime for herself.
My mother, Agbeke, I love and miss you.
Adeoye Omosubomi’s Story
I would say in one word that my pearl as I call her is strong. She’s a man in a feminine body. She’s what every child will ever want for a mother.
I recall a time I was so ill, almost gone and this woman rushed me to the health centre in the middle of the night not minding what to meet along the road.
She’s a rare gem and I pray to the almighty God to keep her safe in good health because she is yet to enjoy life to the fullest.