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*Happy birthday Mother 🌹🌹🌹


24/07/2017
08:31 AM
I remember so vividly the first swimming competition I participated in. I was young, green, and had only been swimming for fun but she insisted I do it. Made me do it. I remember standing on the diving board, my heart racing, pulse speeding, fervently saying my prayers. I didn't want to lose, I didn't like to lose and if I did, I remember thinking that it would be because of her. The whistle blew and I jumped into the water, my tears mixed with the chlorinated liquid of the pool. I swam for my life all the while imagining *her* face in my mind, my goal, the finish line. Then the words she'd said to me earlier flashed through my mind, "Whether you win or lose, you'll always be my champion" and they spurred me on to the finish line to claim my gold medal. I remember again, at the Lagos State Triathlon, the laps of cycling, running had already taken its toll on the competitors and it was time for the swimming. I was exhausted, already at the last position when I got to the pool. To my surprise, the fellow athletes who had looked capable with their lithe flexible bodies were on the floor, collapsed in tired exhaustion. They couldn't go on and when the people saw me coming, they began to ridicule me saying if people half my size couldn't do it, then I would definitely fail. This woman stood beside me and encouraged me, she walked around the pool with each lap I took, singing songs of courage and words of encouragement. And when I won my medal, I could only dedicate it to her.
And these are only a few of the countless stories I have of this amazon. This woman is my rock, my confidante, my best friend, my lifeblood. She is my protector who would jump to defend her children at the slightest hint of any provocation (I remember when in primary school, a teacher told me that my uniform looked like a maternity gown in front of the whole class that laughed at me. It affected me emotionally because at that point I was just realizing that I wasn't the same size with the other children. I went home despondent and she asked me what happened and I relayed the events to her. She told me I was beautiful and I shouldn't care what people think or say about me. It didn't end there. The following morning, she went to school and demanded that the teacher take back what he said and issue an apology in front of the whole class. She might not remember but I do because its part of what enforced and established my self confidence and self worth). There are many stories that I can tell to let you know what this woman has done for me, but words cannot describe what she means to me. She is my mother, my conscience, my everything and my one prayer in life is for God to allow me always put a smile on her face.
My Mum, I love how when you get a new outfit, you sing, *"yebariba somebody bobo"* 😂😂😂. I love how you always claim to be nervous when you allow me drive but we both know you have confidence in me. I love and appreciate the fact that you trust me and allow me make my decisions. I love that you love very peppery food and that you like drinking lime and water. I love that when ever you go shopping, you always make the extra effort to get things in my size that I love. I love your fashion sense. I love the fact that you are never afraid of taking corrections from your children. I love the fact that you never take off your shoes no matter how high (once you have put them on) when you are driving. I love the fact that you are do organized and out together. I love the fact that you're a loving, caring and supportive wife to your husband showing your children an example of what a gracious wife should be.
I love you so much Mrs Abimbola Comfort Onwuchekwa nee Somefun and I pray that the way you have always loved me, put a smile on my face and showed me what it is to have a woman of virtue as a mother, I will be able to reciprocate to my future children. You are my lepa with flavour, my nonono mummy, my sweet sixteen, my bestie, and most importantly, the best mother anyone can have.
Love,
Oyindasola Chioma Onwuchekwa, your Orobo with Flavour.*

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