December 1 is always for Joy and signifies the summary of the year. This year, it was much more than expected. The celebrations lived only for an hour before she began a new watch in the afterlife.
Blessed with four kids and a beautiful granddaughter, mum lit the fire of discipline, honour and love in the dynasty. Against all odds, she led us through the Red sea and desert – overcoming the demands, pressure and expectations of life. A humble mother, our achievements were her pride and a testament of her sweat. A defender of the defenceless, she was a shield to many, a shoulder to cry on and a custodian of the Word.
Last-born of her house, yet she was the brightest of them all as testified by her sister. Her brightness outshines the darkness and is a gene carried along to the next generations by her five generals. They passed through her fire, refined like gold and unique like diamond. She was impartial and you could hardly differentiate between her children and our cousins who lived together. They were treated like her children. I used to think I was not the firstborn.
She was my first love, irreplaceable by any. She scolded me as required, whipping me for my misdeeds and piercing my soul with her eyes when I act dishonourably and not within her arms reach. I remember disobeying the order of “don’t come downstairs, till I return” in my first decade. I did, she saw me. I ran upstairs and wore an extra short to withstand the strokes to come. The strokes came, lashing through the “double-nicker” and resetting the obedience in me. Who would flog me now?
She breezed through the barricades of admission into Unity Schools, sending her first three kids to Odogbolu. She was with me on that cold harmattan Friday morning as I began my journey in FEGO. The joy on her face still radiates everlasting. Even when I lost most of my clothes, she never gave up until I began to be more careful. Today, we tell tales from FEGO and it triggers laughter and happiness in the house. She will not hear the tales again.
Before the arrival of ShopRite and Spar, she ran a mini-mart, which was a farm for her generals. We raided her store for Ribena, biscuits, drinks, books, and many more. Despite our constant raiding, the mini-mart stood strong thanks to her business and management skills. There, we learnt to buy and sell, supporting the farm that fed the home while dad took up larger expenses. Whose shop will we raid again?
Her culinary skills lives on in her daughter – the new mother of the house. I will not forget that Oha soup I ate in her shop – the mountain of eba was levelled down. The soup was top-notch.
Now her watch is ended here. She lives on in the Amos Dynasty – The Five.
Goodbye my Love.
Burial date: January 8, 2019.