Letter to my Mother

My birth mother

Dear mum,

Today you would have been 68 years old. I never had the pleasure of knowing you because you passed on when I was barely a year old, but only good stories/reports and memories abound. Oh how I would have loved to share your beautiful life with you. I would give anything to have that even now.
I am told I look just like you. I took after you in everything. Not a day goes by that I do not think about you and how it may have been so different had you lived long enough to be my mum today. I cannot honestly say that it is for the best, but I do believe that every single thing in life happens for a reason so someday I may appreciate the reason why you had to leave so early.

If indeed you are able to look down on me, I hope that it is with a smile and that you sometimes feel pride when you do. It has not been easy but I have learnt to carry on (not that I have a choice anyway)
Continue to rest with the almighty as I have no doubt that you are an angel.

PARENTHOOD

I wish more parents would take more responsibility in the discipline and upbringing of their children. These days, people seem so eager to have children like its some sort of contest but once the child is born, they seem even more eager to pass on the responsibility to someone else; anyone else!

My most recent experience of this sort happened on a flight from Lagos to London. I was seated in the row immediately behind the first row in the aisle seat and there were two young children (no more than 3 & 5 yrs old) sitting in the two seats next to mine. There was a nursing mother sitting directly in front of me, so I naturally assumed her to be the mother of the two youngsters beside me. I was however later to discover that to be far from the truth.