letter to my mom

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Mom,

You’ve been the greatest mother to me
Teaching me many things that others never see
And so I write to you this very day
That The Lord may bless you in every way

Through the years of heartbreak and toil
You’ve always been there for this girl who you spoil
And now I’m a lady whom you trained in the past
Though sometimes I may tell you to ‘just kiss my ass’

Anyway I just wanted to say
Thank you my mother for starting me on this Way
For without your teaching I’d be lost today
But because of you and God by my side
Maybe I will find the bravery inside

The strength to withstand every personal attack
That mine enemies throw at me and I might just lack
And so to you the ‘world’s best Mom’
I’ll remember you always especially on your birthday.

happy birthday shugar! ! !

My Real Goddess
&
Today my mother
Came to my room
With lots of blessing
And full of good wishing
To live long
Happy and healthy
Progressive and wealthy
My mother
My sweet mother
My beautiful mother
My loving mother
My real goddess
My ever goodness
My first lady I loved
My life my mother
My soul my mother
My God-gift my mother
My pride my mother
My aim my mother
My teacher my mother
My friend my mother
My preacher my mother
O the Absolute Almighty
Give me my mother
Again and again
And again and again
My mother
Only my mother.

Thank you, I love you Mom

Love, Your first born Daughter!

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AISHA n JOSH episode 4

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The Question got me confused. I looked down, Josh‘s lamentation raced through my head. He had complained about how his mum just hates Muslims. He was perplexed; her reasons for such hate were best known to her. I was a bit stunned by the question, completely unprepared for it, Josh seemed prepared so he answered her with a church name I had never heard of. Her face lit up with such a wide smile, one would wonder if she were the one getting engaged. I entered into her outstretched arms and took the warm embrace, still wondering what was happening

She spoke to me like I was her dream daughter-In-Law, I should have been so pleased by the delight in her voice and the excitement as she spoke but I all but resembled her that dream daughter-in-law her son had been telling her about.  Josh had lied about me. I wondered within me which of the emotions I felt was stronger; shame or anger. I couldn’t wait to leave their house and scream out all within me that was bottled up. she was obviously happy with her son because he had never brought home any girl, and now she had made the only one he did uncomfortable. She smiled all the more, trying to make up for it, I was not moved.

Immediately I was alone with Josh outside his house, I turned an angry face. I usually am a timid person but I had enough courage to confront him on why he had lied about me to his mother. He begged and begged for me to listen to him, explaining that his mother is a very tribal person. I could not understand because I was no racist, sexist, ageist, or any -ist so why would someone at that age and status be? From that moment I harboured questions about my relationship with Josh. “Things will get settled once I tell my dad the truth”; was the final word he said before I left. It gave me some comfort and I grew optimistic. I left for Kogi the next day.

I missed Josh so much I could barely think of any other thing or guy, I made few friends and shared my story with them, they loved Josh already but were all worried about his parents rejection of me. I hid under the cover that Josh and I were just kidding around. They were not deceived.  It was obvious I was only consoling myself.

Two months passed since I left school and communication between Josh and I went on smooth. He often spoke of how much he missed me and wanted to see me. He had concluded he was going to take the job at cyprus and we planned i would move over there to study a master’s program of my choice. My mum bought the idea without me mentioning josh as my reason. Things went on as planned. 2 weeks before he was to leave the country, I travelled down to see him. We had a whole week to ourselves, having fun in our usual way. We had hope it will all work out fine.

Things changed and he cared less but I didn’t bother myself too much because I thought it was pressure and stress from travel preparations, I saw pictures of many him and a particular girl on his phone. He gave me different answers each time I asked. I didn’t care because he was leaving town soon and all these girls won’t see him to trouble again. I helped pack his bags and found his travel ticket and passport, it says; UK!
UK? You told me cyprus and showed me your invitation letters, why UK now? He calmed me down as i raised my voice, told me he was going to the UK to get his Visa and do more interviews. My questions were why didn’t he tell me. But he had no reply. I immediately knew Josh had been lying to me. He just kept saying sorry but i didn’t understand. Tears filled my eyes as my leave day approached. The day before, he asked me in the morning when i was leaving i told him “tomorrow” he said; “can’t you leave today? You know i have to go see my family and spend few nights with them. I told him i could stay alone and leave the next day. We argued it for hours before he left in anger. He called severally, i didn’t pick because i was angry.

When Josh returned at about 8pm that day, he said i just had to leave that he can’t leave me in the house. he ordered me to pack my bags and go stay with a friend, i couldn’t figure what went wrong and why he would treat me like that. I called his friend to beg him and i begged him to forgive me for not picking his calls and pleaded that he should let me stay till the next day but he declined. I had no cash on me and i didn’t want to go to a friend but i had to, he said he couldn’t drop me off because he was tired. I left in tears, fear, anger and confusion. When i got to my friend’s she hugged me and told me things would be fine. I wanted to call him again when i realised i forgot my phone there.

I took a bike back to his house, my friend wanted to come but i didn’t allow her because i didn’t want her to see us argue or fight. On getting there; i knocked severally, he didn’t open, i decided to peep through the room window, my heart dropped to my feet and my jaw to my chest at what i saw.

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Father, Dadddy or Both?

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Good morning Blog-ville, how was the weekend?

I really should have posted this yesterday but i got so occupied, am so sorry.

Yesterday, June 17th,2012 was father’s day; HAPPY FATHER’S DAY.

It was a calling for me and many others as i noticed through their updates, tweets, Facebook messages and numerous broadcasts, i almost called my father or at least text him but then my ego or lets say pride wont let me, don’t blame me i learnt that from him. i love my father, no doubt, i miss him so much but not enough to let go of my ego, he though me that too. (karma.. lol)

Back to the topic, father-daddy-both; which are you? which do you have? which will you be? which will you have?

A father: is defined as the male parent or individual progenitor of human offspring

To father: a verb is to procreate or to sire a child from which also derives the gerund fathering.

Traditionally, fathers act in a protective, supportive and responsible way towards their children. Involved fathers offer developmentally specific provisions to their sons and daughters throughout the life cycle and are impacted themselves by their doing so. Active father figures may play a role in reducing behavior and psychological problems in young men and women. An increased amount of father–child involvement may help increase a child’s social stability, educational achievement, and their potential to have a solid marriage as an adult.

The above concluding that a father’s role is very important in a child’s life.

prayers for those who lost theirs and kudos to those who took their place.

Daddy is an affectionate, familiar term, form of direct address, or nickname for a father.

DADDY IS THE RESPONSIBLE, PROTECTIVE AND SUPPORTIVE ROLE OF A FATHER

This is where i am going, being a father doesn’t necessarily mean your are a daddy and vice vars a, usually there’s a misconception but truly a daddy is more daring, desiring and chilling than a father, a father sounds and is more forceful, like the only reason is to bring you to the world, of course anyone can be a father (if fertile or potent) but not everyone is or will be a daddy (be it fertile or potent) fatherhood entails the role of daddy-hood but most men have lost this in the trance of worldly views and ego.

Any man can be a father, but it takes a special mind to be a daddy- m’ade

A lot of fathers have become irresponsible and nonchalant, usually from hate of mother or just the natural sense of not caring, leaving their roles for another man or mostly the woman to handle forgetting the above said of how a child’s life is dependent on how he/she is being raised and believing that no matter what the child would home to them, contrary to this assumptions or believe many of them are at the loosing end, leaving child to waste away or having them struggle, molested by the new father or even being robed.

A father doesn’t always have to be there as we have late-father, absent-father, sperm donor, baby-daddy as the case maybe. A father’s love should be genuine and always forthcoming, there should be full sense of responsibility and remorse when he cant meet up, a father should be aware and current of the child’s situation. All these are and more are what qualifies him as a daddy.

A good father would not manage a company and let it crumble or govern a state with a heartless mind, let alone president a black country with black days and night, watch the video Michelle Obama made for Obama yesterday

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tz28tO2IIeM

All these starts from now, all the uncaring, nonchalant and heart act of treating people, handling situations and answering questions leads to the father in you, the father you will be and the father you possess. This is not one sided, this goes to both male and female.

You cannot and shouldn’t hate a child because of the mother, don’t marry someone you don’t want to see a child in, do not bring to this cruel world a child you will not be responsible for, because it is even a sin to be irresponsible, whatever becomes of your child, good or bad, you shall be accountable for by the almighty.

when a father gives to his son, both laugh, when a son to his father, both cry – William Shakespeare

It is a wise father who knows his child.  But maybe it’s a very wise child who takes time to know his father – Anonymous

A wise son maketh a glad father- Proverbs 10:1

He didn’t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it. ~Clarence -Budington Kelland

The righteous man walks in his integrity; his children are blessed after him. Proverbs 20:7 

A truly rich man is one whose children run into his arms when his hands are empty.  ~Author Unknown

These are the Muslim men I want my son to grow up to be like, and for your sons to grow up to be like — full of love, wit, compassion and generosity, with a deep respect for women, and a commitment to serving God by serving humanity.

As a Muslim father, I must shoulder an enormous responsibility, both fiscal and religious, and this responsibility is first encountered before I even have any children at all.-Hesham A. Hassaballa

Failing to provide for the children after divorce will not only get a Muslim father in trouble with the authorities, but he will also get into very big trouble with God Almighty.Hesham A. Hassaballa

lastly:
“All of you are shepherds, and you are all responsible for your flocks. The father in his home is a shepherd, and he is responsible for his flock…” The word in Arabic for “responsible” is mas’ul. This word also means “that about which one will be asked.” Thus, the tradition can also be translated as, “The father in his home is a shepherd, and he will be asked by God about his flock.”