Saw this inspiring post on facebook wall of Omajuwa Alli daughter of Rev Olufunke alli who died two saturdays ago..
Read below...
As a little girl, this picture was d perfect explanation for the relationship between I and my mom. She was my super hero, my voltron. She was the reason I could stand up and speak my mind though it was just a little roar.
she was my soothing balm. She was my comfort on my bad days. I would cry on her lap the days the heart breaks were unbearable. I would cry to her the days I felt like I couldn’t carry on. She was my place of solace. I remember sleeping off cuddled next to her even this year 2015.
She taught me the ropes. Phonetics, people management, prayer, counselling, even in broadcasting. She would take me with her to the studios. Teach me how to do voice overs. Teach me how to edit. Just think of anything, she would teach me. Some other days, she would just let me sit back and watch her take charge. Being her child was enough reason for me to have a high self esteem.
And then Adolescence set in, and I thought I could stand on my own. I am my own woman I said. We fought more frequently, I hurt her feelings a couple of times, she hurt mine too,but she taught me the basic act of forgiving. I started having my own views of life that was at war with hers. She still always took the initiative to settle disputes first. To think that I should have made the best of our time together.
I remember wen I would tell her that I am a queen and she would say, she is the queen of thr house. I know right now that my Queen has received her Crown. The one fit for a lioness that she is. The one no man had the right to bestow on her but The King of Kings Himself.
She is indeed a queen. My Queen.
Writing By Omajuwa Alli
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