Strains from the inside.

The doctor gave me stronger puffers today He says that there’s still a strain in my chest That strain is from missing you, my love missing the sounds of your laughter. Those random breathless moments are from missing your heartwarming hugs the sporadic moments of pain – a way of letting me know it never…

Dealing with loss

I’d be the first to let you know that I haven’t really dealt with the death of my mother. I have buried it deep down and haven’t come to terms with it.  I honestly haven’t cried that I lost her. I’ve cried that she didn’t get to see my husband and tease him, cried that…

Back rubs

The back pains started again yesterday. It was a sad day. If this happened last year, I’d have comforted myself in the fact that my mother would be back soon to give me her healing back rubs. “Just a few more months. Be patient” There was nothing to comfort myself in yesterday. Knowing that I’d…

Conversations with her.

“Onidi gan lebe,” she squeezed my bum. “I’m just joking. O de rerin” I forced a small chuckle. She was too much sometimes, but I loved her anyway.

Fere Bi Ekun.

Tribute to a mother. Most times, I don’t have the words to explain who my mother was. It’s really hard to condense her whole being and the different sides of her I got to experience into a few sentences. But I will try. I’ll share a story with you. A moment I keep very dearly…