My mom got fired from her job today.
I wanted to call her boss, but I didn't have his phone number. So I found him on social media.
His Instagram was public. His latest post was a vacation photo. Palawan. A five-star hotel. A cocktail by the pool.
My mom had worked for that man for 11 years.
I wanted to leave a comment. My hands were on the keyboard. I just sat there for 10 minutes.
In the end, I didn't write anything. I closed the app.
That evening, my mom said, “I'll find another job, don't worry.”
She laughed.
That laugh burned inside me.
That night, I saved a photo of her boss to my phone.
My mom asked me why I saved it.
I replied:
This is a new video released by the teachers who were kidnapped by terrorists few days ago in Ogbomosho.
These people including about 40 little children are being held at gunpoint by brutal barbaric terrorists who the government refers to as “brothers”.
Mrs. Alamu Folawe – Principal
Mr. Ojo Jonathan – Vice Principal
Mr. Olatunde Zacchaeus – Teacher
Mr. John Olaleye – Teacher
Mr. Michael Oyedokun – Teacher RIP
Mrs. Oladeji – Teacher
Mary Akanbi – Teacher
Mr Adesiyan Adegboye - RIP
@officialABAT#BringBackOurTeachers
This is the painful saddening moment when the husband of Mrs. Alamu, the principal kidnapped by terrorists in Ogbomoso Oyo state broke down crying and begging Governor Seyi Makinde to increase efforts and quicken the rescue of his wife and other victims.
I hope the ones who didn’t make it know that their children survived. I hope they know their bloodline did not end with them.
I hope they know we rebuilt Igbo land. I hope they know it didn’t end with them.
I hope they know their daughters grew into some of the most beautiful, resilient women in the world, and their sons became successful wherever they went.
I hope they know that despite the war, the loss, the starvation, the displacement, and everything that was done to break us, ndi Igbo endured.
We are still here. We rebuilt. We thrived.
We will always remember.
My grandfather refused to speak to his brother for 32 years.
Nobody knew why.
Family events were split in half, weddings awkward and funerals worse.
Then my grandfather got dementia. One day he suddenly asked:
"Did Tommy survive?"
My mom froze, Tommy was his brother.
Introducing her to family is one thing. Same as Thanksgiving dinner, thats been going on for decades. But if yall buying a house and she get Bone Thugs for your birthday what type of time did you think she was on?
If you have not had to pay for a wedding in the last year or two, be very quiet about how much people are spending. Yall don’t realize that even if you want to do the bare minimum, it is breaddd now