WOMAN!

 

That is the only name my Father ever called me. 

Woman… 

I loved being called this by my father. 

It made me feel special. 

So so special.

I was Woman…

Everyday, just me, Woman to my Baba. 

I was happy. 

Sixteen years later, a little girl was born. 

My sister, the loveliest little thing ever and I adored her. I knew I loved her, but maybe I didn’t know  just how much I did till Baba began to call her Woman; I wanted so badly to feel jealous, but  I just could not. I was happy to share my special name with her and our bond grew and grew such that everyone knew she was special special to me.

She was my baby.

Mine to love and spoil and boi, love and spoil her did I do!

I loved her so… so much that I began to tell people I was her mom and I was always happy when those that did not know believed me. 

She was my baby.

From the first time she got a phone, her number was saved as ‘MaGold’ cz that is what she is to me.

She grew up so beautiful, so brilliant and was I proud of her! So so proud. Her intelligence made me feel better about my Olodo-ness as i would tell myself that I must have added part of my brain to hers. Don’t judge me, mans gotta make mans feel better about mans Olodo-ness. 

Now, let me tell you about my baby.

Ma’Gold, the Angel. 

A literal Angel with the sweetest smile ever.

So beautiful, so gentle, did I mention her brilliance? Truly an intelligent young woman.

An academic award winning Architect. 

An obedient lover of God.

A follower of Christ. 

A prayer warrior. 

A beautiful soul. 

A music lover. 

The sweetest girl.

Member, goshi gang. 

A true foodlum

Knowing her equals loving her.

Her beautiful smile would warm up every room she entered.

Her calm nature would bring peace. 

I’m sure if we ever saw her farts, they’d  glitter and her sneeze, like colorful musical notes.

The 2nd ‘Woman’ in Baba’s life.

Ma’Gold

My big brother’s baby.

My baby brother’s twin.

My sisters’ ajebo baby sis. 

Sammy’s Babies…

My baby girl…

On this international women’s day, I celebrate you. 

With tears in my eyes as i write this. I celebrate you. 

I celebrate your life, Ma.Gold.

I thank God for the opportunity to have loved you, you knew without a doubt how much I loved you. 

I will not be sad today, I promise.

I will close my eyes picture how on the 20th of January 2024 heaven must have erupted in applause when you walked in and Baba walking down the street of gold, with a smile and hug he must have asked ‘ah ah, Woman what are you doing here now?’

I love you forever and a day, Pwanedo Alson.