Sitting
here, thinking about what to write. You would think it’s the easiest thing in
the world to do; after all, my mummy is the best mother in the whole wide
world… Yes, she comes before yours.
But
as easy as it seems, it is hard, because words can’t do justice to the woman of
substance that I’ve grown to know her as.
Words
can’t express how her loving has been such a blessing to not just my siblings
and I, but to countless relations and her community at large.
You
see, I call her my superwoman... one without capes, but twice as tough in heriro and buba(a Nigerian traditional attire)
She
is beautiful, not just on the outside but deep down on the inside.
She
is strong, not because she can swat that fly, but because she has a fighting
spirit and a will so strong when it comes to achieving and making a difference…
She
has pushed her way through to the peak of her field in a male dominated world,
and in all her hard work in her career and rise to the top, she never made us
feel like we played second fiddle as she strutted in the corridor of power.
How
she achieved that, I cannot tell.
She
has taught me that yes I can, not because I’m a pretty girl, but because I have
it in me. Not because I can cut corners, but because there’s a reward in doing
things the right way, even when others seem to get instant result from the
wrong lane.
She
has brought us up in the way that we should go…
Widowed
with five children, but never a moment to falter and wallow in self-pity.
Honest
in her dealings, an executive with a difference in a country ridden with
corruption. She has taught me and shown
in the way that she lives; that indeed a good name is way better than all the
silver and gold the world can offer.
