Dear Reader,

I think am more and more blessed each day than you are.Mother earth has blessed me with bountiful happiness lately and ever since.

My life has been a chain intertwined with ups and downs but more so have experienced ups frequently and Oftently I was raised by a war of mother’s,strong and wild warmongers who can conquer anything just to see me prosper in this life of ours.

Here comes my beloved biological mother who bared me in her belly for much too long than nine months,even if I was obese,she still enjured the weight.My child birth,she says was one of the hell.My childhood too was another hunter games,every passing day was a day of mischief,cases at home,with neighbors and even at school.Onr day she left my sister and I at home with chores to complete,I was bored beyond boredom and decided that freedom was pill potion.So I escaped and went to the river to have a swim with my hood mates,the entire afternoon and evening my mum and sister were looking for me all over the village chief and reported to the police that their was a missing individual.At that time I was having a swim of all ages enjoying my life in the river on bare skin.The swim of indee’s life:she called it.My mum has this generous, kind,tough, courageous and very polite heart when sobre.She is my mother Becky after all.

Hair as black as the back of a pot,short and neatly well trimmed.Plump and fleshy body,behind huge mountains,Infront well moulded ridges with hidden ribs and flat tummy.White well shaped teeth and a centrally placed nose,love shaped lips with it’s adorable baby pink colouration.Hips at the side like big bumps at the cross roads.A pure heart of a golden make.My mother Scolastica,tell me reader is this she not an epitome of beauty.She is the one who when you say follow the light,is where I will be running after because my light shines bright when I gaze upon her face.I just want to follow in her foot steps till my end of time.

Hey reader still bore? You haven’t seen heaven yet.My mother Teresa,my paradise,light and shining armor.She was,is and forever will be,my second heart,she raised,clothed,fed and put me to sleep each day of my staying in her home.She taught many things that I wasn’t taught in school,womanhood ,my inside strength came from her.My personal counsellor and prayermate.Thats why this days am a dreamer.She is a prayerful lady,the melodious voice of hers you will want to listen in your dreams but sorry it’s all mine.

The lioness of her time.Just as she stilthly walks as the queen herself you can feel her glory,routh and authority on your microscopic hair follicles.She is fierce yet sweet, rough yet tender,bitter yet loving.Her slender body, golden brown teeth and light skin makes her the red flower of my life.Each day I set my gaze upon her,my love for her grows more and more.The laughter in her heart,the no nonsense tingcher and teacher in her is what makes her special in my pea size heart.Mother Luciana; kisses and hugs.

Esabella is her name but you can all her Bella ,it’s okay,my mother from time immemorial,the twin sister to my late dad.Your love is priceless.No words can describe the feeling I have for you.You are the sun that never stopping to shine,even if the weather changes.You are still shinning on hard and bright to bring light in my life.

Since ever I was born,have been raised by each and every woman or mother in my village.What I am today is the evidence of their affection,care,guidance and counseling,kindness,genorousity and above all their never ending love towards me.

My mother’s if I had a life time.i would take down each everyone but my reader is in a hurry.

My reader I rest my case and I know that the ending must come but stay still untill the end begins.

YOURS TRULY,

The writer.