To see her that first time as she was brought out from the theatre, Ah, I looked down at my baby and my mother’s face looked back at mine.

I remember after writing the West African Examination like 4 times, my dad had given up on me. My mom borrowed money enrol me.

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I lacked the emotional spirit to hug my Mom, or wipe her tears that day. But I knew from then on that I would not let her down. This pact we had, she and I, it was my turn to uphold it. It is a pact of love.

At 8pm, I heard your voice outside my class window, ”I am looking for my daughter, Abisoye”, I couldn’t believe it! You came! You came on a night bus, begged security just to give me rice and a warm hug.

I love My Mom so very much. I was some months old before My Dad gave up the ghost, from then up to this stage, it has been My Mom. So she is my father and my guardian as well. I love you so very much mommy.