Bold Step in the Right Direction. HoL 120
Humans of Lagos
"Allow me tell you to something.
Many years ago, when my late father, retired and was to return to his village far away from Lagos, my mother took a decision. The decision that defined who I am now, and will be.
So as to keep his company; my father had wanted me follow him to the village. Being the last child. However, my mother disagreed.
She considered, the quality of education I'd get in the village, and how they at their old age wouldn't be able to raise me well.
Without my mother's objection, if I relocated to the village; I'd not just have the H factor, but also succumb to the external struggle to pronounce CH, SH, V, and F sounds.
If I'd grown up in that village, before age 15, I'm sure I'd be father to at least 3 kids from different mothers.
But instead and yes, I later became a politician by career and profession.
To back track, my mother handed me over to my brother's fiancee. She washed my clothes, bathed me and became my guardian.
This she continued, as a wife to my brother.
She became my mother, and I turned her 'first' son.
Yorùbá culture do demands that the wife respects the siblings of her husband, regardless of their ages. But, how do I demand respect from a mother who selflessly raised me? Away with the tradition, I should forever be appreciative of her.
Please, help me appreciate the one who was there when I was young and inexperienced.
She took care of me like I were her own seed.
© FERT, 2018
"Allow me tell you to something.
Many years ago, when my late father, retired and was to return to his village far away from Lagos, my mother took a decision. The decision that defined who I am now, and will be.
So as to keep his company; my father had wanted me follow him to the village. Being the last child. However, my mother disagreed.
She considered, the quality of education I'd get in the village, and how they at their old age wouldn't be able to raise me well.
Without my mother's objection, if I relocated to the village; I'd not just have the H factor, but also succumb to the external struggle to pronounce CH, SH, V, and F sounds.
If I'd grown up in that village, before age 15, I'm sure I'd be father to at least 3 kids from different mothers.
But instead and yes, I later became a politician by career and profession.
To back track, my mother handed me over to my brother's fiancee. She washed my clothes, bathed me and became my guardian.
This she continued, as a wife to my brother.
She became my mother, and I turned her 'first' son.
Yorùbá culture do demands that the wife respects the siblings of her husband, regardless of their ages. But, how do I demand respect from a mother who selflessly raised me? Away with the tradition, I should forever be appreciative of her.
Please, help me appreciate the one who was there when I was young and inexperienced.
She took care of me like I were her own seed.
© FERT, 2018
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