Sweet mother...and the suffer wey you suffer for me

So my mum turns 50 this year... Dec 26th. She will be reaching the age were I once hoped my life would end. She has no grand children (at least not that I know of yet; walahi Patt I will kill you if you don't tell me when you are pregnant!) , a husband and children who love her, and a plathora of women who she counsels, nurtures, and ministers to. I see the devastation her death would bring... She used to say to me when I was younger "Jagila if I die today don't cry for me oh! Me I will be happy in heaven with my Jesus. Don't cry oh!" and then I would get teary eyed and go hide and cry to God asking him not to take her away... She also would tell me that if ever she was asked to choose between her husband and any of her children (why we were having these conversations I don't know), she would choose her husband. LOL. "Ah! that one is till death do us part oh Jagila" she would say. Some insight into my quirky mother!

I can firmly say I personally know no other individual who loves the Lord, cares about the souls of people, and longs to meet the needs of people as much as my mother. And there is something about the way she carries herself... graceful and confident... poised and warm. Of course she can also be a little OCPD (that's where I got that from), over bearing sometimes (as mothers get), and when she yells she yells...





She is beautiful and her children call her blessed!