"Did u just ask what i had on my mind?"....
Right now?It is,ummmmmmm my mum!
I really miss my mum.....
Ok,ok.let me describe her in a few words:-My mum is my home.I cant describe,shes that place where i can really go to rest my head.Gosh..i dnt know how to go about it..Lets say shes an enigma thus the yoruba saying (Iya ni wura iyebiye) meaning mothers are priceless!
Back to the place.That place where i can run to alone and yet everything remains everything.With time, i've learnt to age with my mum over the phone.I saw my mother last in 2007.As i lay here in bed,i see her beckoning to me..wanting me to come home.
Eachtime i talk to her,i can sense her aging...or should i say metamorphose back into a child.
Then again i wanna go home..but have i accomplished my mission here?
I so happen to be the 1st of 4 children,3 boys and a sole sister.I left home early 2005 to pursue my education in "No-Mans Land";what we know today as the United states.
As i made it through the departure at the airport in Lagos that night,God knows the tens of thousands thoughts that filtered through my multi-formous mind.One of the most consistent thoughts that night i remember was me wishing i could wish.I sincerely do not believe in wishing.
I wanted my mum with me so bad,i'm sure she felt the same too but yes,we had to face actual reality.Her 1st son was leaving...............................for good??
I cannot answer that question till today.
I wouldn't see her again until December 2007 when she came to visit.she did end up getting ill and didn't make it back home until sometime in early March.Very trying time in life i must tell you,but with the help of the Alpha and Omega we made past the mark the devil thought he had made for us.
Real life experience here,since then i and my mum have aged together over the phone.Shared our birthdays,our love,gossip,successes and desires...thank God for technology.
So when i see people describe their mothers with basic words that man put meaning to...I sense its undeserving and unappreciative.
Moments in time are the best way to describe people that are dear to you.
These are my moments,what are yours?
Right now?It is,ummmmmmm my mum!
I really miss my mum.....
Ok,ok.let me describe her in a few words:-My mum is my home.I cant describe,shes that place where i can really go to rest my head.Gosh..i dnt know how to go about it..Lets say shes an enigma thus the yoruba saying (Iya ni wura iyebiye) meaning mothers are priceless!
Back to the place.That place where i can run to alone and yet everything remains everything.With time, i've learnt to age with my mum over the phone.I saw my mother last in 2007.As i lay here in bed,i see her beckoning to me..wanting me to come home.
Eachtime i talk to her,i can sense her aging...or should i say metamorphose back into a child.
Then again i wanna go home..but have i accomplished my mission here?
I so happen to be the 1st of 4 children,3 boys and a sole sister.I left home early 2005 to pursue my education in "No-Mans Land";what we know today as the United states.
As i made it through the departure at the airport in Lagos that night,God knows the tens of thousands thoughts that filtered through my multi-formous mind.One of the most consistent thoughts that night i remember was me wishing i could wish.I sincerely do not believe in wishing.
I wanted my mum with me so bad,i'm sure she felt the same too but yes,we had to face actual reality.Her 1st son was leaving...............................for good??
I cannot answer that question till today.
I wouldn't see her again until December 2007 when she came to visit.she did end up getting ill and didn't make it back home until sometime in early March.Very trying time in life i must tell you,but with the help of the Alpha and Omega we made past the mark the devil thought he had made for us.
Real life experience here,since then i and my mum have aged together over the phone.Shared our birthdays,our love,gossip,successes and desires...thank God for technology.
So when i see people describe their mothers with basic words that man put meaning to...I sense its undeserving and unappreciative.
Moments in time are the best way to describe people that are dear to you.
These are my moments,what are yours?
☆Jubril Blaize☆
April 2010
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