Felicia Abeje Farotimi
Mar. 6th 1940 - Aug. 24th 1991
It was a saturday like any other saturday in August. I awoke to the sound of daddy's car entering the drive that led to the garage. I quickly came down the stairs to welcome him. The sight of daddy ,mama Tayo ,Daddy house 16 .....the bloodshot eyes ....... droopy heads told the Story....I knew before they could find the words to break the news.....the silence was piercing and awfully painful....and there it was.....They said you were dead, Ma'ami. ....Iya 'beji ti ku!....Iya mi o! Wailing and tears every where now...taiye, kehinde , i dowu and Alaba ...the noise.... so many people coming ,,,neighbours....college of medicine staff.....relatives uncles nad aunties....that home was not same again...and till today that vacuum ....has not been filled and can never be filled till Jesus comes.
My world swirled around me....suddenly I  couldnt find my legs any more...like i was floating in air.Ah! how can this be! my own mother! Iro ni o! this people must be joking...Alas! an expensive joke!...."they better go and find my mother for me when they have finished their crying" As I stood at the graveside...my turn to shovel sand in....The reality struck...."this joke has gone too far" ....somebody wake me up please from this bad nightmare".....Alas! it was not a dream....not in the least a joke....Mama mi ti ku! Mo ti di omo oku orun..... Sweet Mother! How can I ever forget you...Its many years now and its still like yesterday...it stilll hurts bad...as i write this i have tears....my tears can never dry because at every landmark in my life...i have remembered you, Mama. Your abscence has been conspicuosly present." Iya ni Wura" . I was a child when you left ...now a man...a man still crying for Mama...I miss you so much ....Why couldnt you have stayed to see my children.....to be at my wedding...at my graduation from medical school.....why couldnt you have lived a hundred years....I leave God to answer all my "WHY"s...He alone knows best...I love you he loves you best tooo.....Till we meet agin at his feet, Iya Alaso,sunre O!
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