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MAMA Extraordinaire...

Unknown to most people, excluding my Mama, sisters, brothers and very close friends, I am not the easiest, nicest, or the most understood person in the world. I am in most cases quite different from what people envision me to be. Well, let's keep it that way. Keep envisioning, thinking and imagining what you like, while I remain my humble self. To the above listed persons, thank you very much for your continued patience and unquantifiable love over the years. You still have a long way to go, we have just started. May the Heavens team up with the Angels to strengthen you and see you through. Special strength and blessings to my Mama, thank you for accepting the task to be my Mama and for doing a great job. If nobody ever told, let me tell you, "YOU DID AND ARE STILL DOING A FANTASTIC JOB. I SALUTE YOU (Bi won o ba yin yin, e yin ara yin)". Thank you very much (×1 million times). I lllllloooooooooovvvvvvvveeeeeeee you. 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘
I know I talk too much, too damn much and can argue for hours on end, but you listen till the end and run away when you are tired. I know I dance without music, but truthfully I am not possessed I just like dancing. I know I make you worry with my sleeping habits, but really I am fine (I really don't like sleeping anyways). I know I have the craziest and weirdest set of friends, but you accepted them as a part of me. I know I am not the most open book when it comes to expression of emotions (especially when I am hurt, sad or sick), but you still have this magical way of always knowing the best cure for my sickness and the best words to make me happy. Unfortunately or fortunately, I am your most handsome daughter, but I know secretly in your heart, you love me the way I am. You are just complaining because even I know that I really need to work on being a beautifully handsome daughter. Above all, you still love this over dramatic, beautifully handsome, stubborn, talkative, mischievous daughter of yours. 
Thank you Mama for the unending support. Thank you for believing in me, especially when I didn't believe in myself. Thanks for being a great gist partner, your gist is always juicy. I am forever grateful that you are my mother, not just on papers, or in resemblance; but for being my mother who cares, adores, cherishes, provides, prays, plays, scolds, holds, and loves me. Thank you for being a strong pillar in my life. Thank you for training me into a child that is trustworthy and a child you can trust. You have always had my back and you are forever ready to fight my battles for me. Thank you for always settling quarrel between my friends and I (we are always fighting). A heart filled thank you for the delicious delicacies and goodies over the years (always  looking forward to that). Special thanks for making it easy to talk to you and tell you different things, no matter how weird, time consuming, incredible or foolish it may sound, you always listen. Thank you for the little, big and untranslatable insults, they were needed. All the backhands, fronthands, ifoti oloyi, iko, amongst others were very painful but on the long run, they were necessary.
Thank you Mama, I know training me and my siblings took up a lot of your time. Thank you for doing so effortlessly and for making us a priority in your life. May the Heavens reward you abundantly. I am too small to pray for you, but God in His infinite mercies will shower His unending love, peace, joy, money, happiness, wealth, good health, favour and honour you beyond your expectations (Amen). Thank you for being you and for letting me be me. Thank you for being a great mother, in deed and in truth, a friend, a true G, a gist partner, number one counsellor, the best loan provider with no collateral, mentor, role model and for being MY MOTHER.


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