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Monday, August 13, 2018

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DEAR MOTHER as she clocks 72!



Introduction
I have a lot in mind to inform today with this piece of article I am writing because my dear mother, our dear mother is a year older today. I thought not to bore with words, I want to be brief as plausible as I could and still teach morality. So, earnestly, I prayed over the weeks in my mind for God’s directions on the choice of thoughts and words I should use. Now, let’s see if *“Jesus Walks” truly.
Appreciation to Mummy
Iya Ayo, I appreciate you so much for everything. I thank you for holding me up safely inside you for 9 months. I thank you for the time in the labour room. I cannot tell of the pains I caused, only you can. I am appreciative for making me to feed on you till I could tell right between my right hand and my left. I still remember how you backed me to hospital when I was ill. I understand the sacrifices. The world should appreciate you for giving birth to me for probably without me in their worlds, they would not be reading this like this exactly I thank God in your life and may God continue to bless your being. I love you so much ma!
Do not Misconstrue my Purposes
Over the week, I have been sending broadcasts, statements or narrations which are quote-like about our mother. I did not do them in order to pour derision on any who has lost his or hers. I did not send them in order to show off that I read English Language in the varsity. Nor did I do so to tell you I am a writer. The purposes of doing so were mould out of my thought of teaching morality on how to always love, respect and idolise our parents when they can still acknowledge so. I would explain better.
Loving Parents
Apart from their birthdays, on all days, they are supposed to be loved, in words and in actions no matter the excuse we might have to justify our reason(s) not to love them in both ways. I do not see any worthy sense in the tradition, culture or norm which encourages children to kill thousands of cattle on the burial ceremony of the parent(s) who died distanced from in utter hatred, starvation, sorrow and agony to the heart. Love shown them when alive is more than billions of cattle slaughtered for august visitors to feed on. People will eat them all, go back home but God and the universe will never let go the evil such children rained on them when alive. 
Conclusion
Life, ever since the beginning of time itself, has been like a roller coaster, a circle or how boomerang goes. Today, we are children but tomorrow, we’d all wish we are parents. None, even now already, pray that we are not loved by our offspring. Today we have or had parents, what we do to them for whatever reason we might have, we shall all pay for on our children. It will boomerang. It is not curse; it is the way of the world. Ultimately, children should do their best to show parents love in their lifetimes, not because it is right or wrong but because God commanded so.
Thanks for reading.
©Jodekss
*A track title by Kanye West.

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