By Lawal Oluwadamilola
Ok. My name is Oluwadamilola Lawal. I am 22 years old. Freshly graduated from Unilag, the department of Creative Arts, Faculty of Arts and Humanities.
About 10 years ago, I was in Jss3 and I needed to pay for my Junior WAEC examination but things were financially tight for us. I got back from school on a Tuesday to tell my mother that I had been given till Friday to pay or forget about the exam. She smiled and promised to get me the money by Friday. What?! We had no money. We fed from hand to mouth. How would she get the sum of three thousand and five hundred naira in less that two days, for there would be Oro on Thursday and we both couldn’t go outdoors?! She reassured me that God would do it. (You see, that’s another part of her that I have also learned to inculcate: her faith in God never wavered).
Tuesday went by and no miracle. The next day, Wednesday, I got dressed and went to school. No miracle happened before I left home that morning. When I got back from school, I saw my mother roasting groundnuts (that’s what she was selling). Then she told me that a friend of hers told her to bring about 15 bottles of groundnut to Gbagada and that they promised to give her transport fare. Each bottle was N250. All I could say was Thank you Jesus! We got straight to business of peeling and bottling the groundnuts. By 7pm, I was already feeling sleepy. So, I was immediately excused. Then she finished up and left for Gbagada, promising to be back in time.
At exactly 11:55pm, someone woke me from my sleep. It was my mother. She just got back from Gbagada. Then she told me all that she encountered on the journey. The people she went to deliver to, bought a bottle for N400 because, according to them, it was an express order and they couldn’t believe that she would actually meet up considering the short time. They appreciated her effort. The journey back was smooth until she got to Ikorodu and couldn’t get a cab to Igbogbo (that’s where we lived; Igbogbo. Farther than Ikorodu). She told me she actually waited for a whole hour before getting a cab. Unknown to her, it was the Oro day in Igbogbo (that’s a ritual they usually have where no female must be seen out from 12am till 11:59pm of the appointed day. That was why she didn’t get cab on time. Cab men were closed for the day because of Oro the next day.
I was overwhelmed. She could have been killed if she was 5 minutes later. All because of me, she risked her life. Wow. I was deeply touched: By her faith that I would get the money by Friday, and also by her motherly sacrifice and love. I paid the money on Friday. We still had some money left.
She is 6 years gone from this earth but her sacrifices for all her children, especially me, cannot be over emphasized. I would appreciate it if this piece is shared as promised.
Sleep well momma. I love you, always.