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Albarkawrites Nigeria Student, writer. @ Federal University Oye-Ekiti
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To The Mama Up There.
<p><br/></p><p><em style="background-color: transparent;"><a class="tc-blue external-link" href="https://you.Hey" rel="noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">Hey </a> Mom! </em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>How are you doing?</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>I'm doing well, if you'd care to know.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>Of course, you would.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>You are my mom, after all, and I didn't have a nonchalant Mama.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>Anyway, that was cool.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>I mean, you missed your husband so much that you decided to go meet him.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>Oh, Beautiful Love, rii?</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>Yes, I haven't been able to figure it all out, but I'm trying; I'm really trying.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>I completed Junior Secondary School.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>I completed Senior Secondary School.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>And after 5 years, I decided to further; yes, I had wanted to further, but it is what it is.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>It was tough; it still is tough, but Alhamdulillah.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>Your brother has been so good to us.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>After God, he is all I have now.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>Oh, yes.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>I learnt a vocational skill too, and I completed it. I have my certificate.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>I had a shop and an apprentice before I decided to further my education.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>MaMa, it's hard here, especially without you.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>I bottle everything up, every damn thing, because who do I tell?</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>My love life?</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>Oh, you really want to have that conversation?</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>I thought you said I shouldn't near boys?</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>What changed?</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>Oh, I'm no longer a baby, not even a teen.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>Oh, yes, I'm an adult now.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>How time flies.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>Well, it's just there.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>I don't have one, and I really don't think it's a problem.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>Oh, please, Mum!</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>It will happen when it's time, the right time, actually, Bi'idhnillah.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>So, stop being African and drop men's matters for now.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>Friends?</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>Nah, I don't have any.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>It gets lonely most of the time, though.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>My sister?</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>My brother?</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>What did I do when I heard the news?</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>You really want to know everything? Okay, I will tell you, but not now.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>I will tell you everything when I next write to you.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em>Read this first.</em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em><br/></em></p><p><em style="background-color: transparent;">Love and hugs from your daughter. 🌸</em><br/></p>

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