An Ode To My Great Mother

I trace my existence back to Iye mwen N’ogie (My great Mother). You see when I was but a foetus In a womb of the *****sapien whom I will Later call my mother. I lay brooding, developing and Metamorphosing in structures just as the Creator had designed it. Though she knew me not She loved me with every fibre of her beign, She protected and nourished me, I felt her love in many ways I can not now expound. Her very heart beat made sweet rythmical Music with mine,in syncronyms and Symphonies that I would love to hear again. And when I came into this world of Tragedy,turmoil and poverty, She raised me as a child with prodigy, Even when my voice was naive to this New world I was yet to know, Her love for her child sprung out The very first word from my soul, MAMA, I had said sub consciously. In return she cuddled me and called me Her own TATA,everything I had She got me, including my very first BATA, L’are ovbimwen,ohanvben gbue ah? ( Come my dear child,are you hungry) She would ask me. Even when there was nothing left. She had sold off all her belongings Until I was all she had left, She provided all my needs, so I won’t Go into theft, even before papa left … She is my love,my friend,my all, My alarm clock, she slept late and woke up Early to go ‘look for what I’d eat’. Iye n’ ma gio ohanvben gb’ Omo. (The mother who never let her child starve) If they were times I made her cry, Now I regret it. But her love for her child is unending. The type of love God shewed the Israeli people … As time pass, we had a certain visitor, One,who humans never welcome in their Dwelling place. He came and changed Every thing like a deadly hurricane … Iye had no strength left in her to fight him off… So she gave up the struggle,it was her time. As she closed her eyes in death. I could hear her voice saying, ‘Ovbimwen e ghi vie m’ha miegbe’. (My child do not cry,we shall meet again). ?? B Praize X Pa Shakespeare (GHOPS) Happy Birthday Prayze ?? ??