Where do I start about my mother, my friend, my confidante, my playmate, my soulmate, my pillar, my teacher, my everything? I started following her to St. Martin’s Primary School , Ikom, where she then, taught long before I was eligible to start school. This gave me satisfaction, which was short lived as almost as soon as my mother left the scene another boy hit me. That was life, a life of constant communion with God, a life of prayer, of service and sacrifice to humanity, and God. There was no limit to any sacrifice Mama would make for her children and her mother especially, and humanity in general.

Source: The Guardian August 22, 2020 03:00 UTC