Our Dearest Mother,

It will be Mothers Day again on the 26th. Not many take it to heart and very many take it for granted. I was watching satellite TV the other day and could not believe how many souls lost their soulful links with home, because they lost bond or touch with their moms. Moms? How could you lose such soul? In all ways, almost all days, mom is home and home be mom. It will never change!

Growing up under your wings, especially after Papa's passing, was a blessing and a tale. SOONday, I will do fuller justice to the tribute. Our meetings in dreams with you speaks to the bond. How we also managed after you left us in '79 tells part of the huge legacy you left with us. But the mother of all gifts is the Human Touch everyone knew of you, and which I humbly attest to today.

Mothers house and give the milk of human kindness as a biological, philosophical, physical and metaphorical function/reality. You gave. And the goodness follows us till this day. Mothers are teachers. You were both home teacher and school teacher. But your lesson notes were so real they reeled out chores as life, and riled crookery as daft. It was strange, stern and sublime. But you always insisted that only substandard, stinking souls stab others to get on or get by. The skies are wide and open enough for ALL to fly! You celebrated competence, and showed the way.

So, this Mothers Day be for you, Dearest Mother, for a golden gift that all mothers are made to give, but so few do. Especially now.

Kids from around the world now cheat in exams, parents now bribe for their wards to be awarded high grades, husbands now loot national and corporate treasuries for family pleasures, wives now demean their womanhood (if you know what I mean!), and traditional/religious titles now go to any purchaser in line. Your time was not crime/corruption free, Mama, but if you were ever on a visa to visit any part of our planet today, you will...em, em, oh Mama...simply FAINT! Knowing you, you may actually refuse first-aid, so you can awake in your yonder blissful realms! No surprise.

Of course there are good homes and nations, and there are concerted efforts worldwide to redeem things. It won't be cheap, though cheapness got us here. It will cut and hurt, but it will be done. There is a new rise in youth-faith these days that need to be harvested. That, Dear Mom, was the anchor you handed us, and the assurance you knew of. We your children and all your grandchildren know nothing else, trust nothing else, but PRAYERS of FAITH. And, bless you, Mom, it works.

So, on this Mothers Day 2006, may the Peace of the Good Lord be upon YOU. Amen.

With all our love,
Dayo