I remember one time my mum came on visiting day and she told me how things were hard. Popsy hadn’t made a sale that month.
It was the last cash in the house they used to get me provisions.
She even brought fried rice and chicken for me and my friends.
Tears kept rolling down my eyes as I walked back to the hostel while carrying my bags of provisions, plus the N1,000 pocket money I got.
My father and mother ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
This is why nothing pisses me off more than “You don’t owe your parents anything”.
Maybe your parents were totally absent in your life, but mine were very present. They gave me the first taste of love I ever had.
I didn’t appreciate their efforts as much as I should have when I was younger but now, they are legends in my book!
Angels in my book!
baba school fees, baba kudin grads, baba sallah yazo, baba kudin dinki, baba kudin saloon, baba...baba.
may Allah always protect and bless our fathers ❤️
i mean, the stress
they go through us is just too much.
At Terminal 3 in Oshodi, I saw a wallet and I thought it dropped from the guy who just passed that spot. So I called him “Hello, your wallet�� . He turned back and said thank you my bro and picked it. After he picked it, I had a hunch it wasn't his but I didn't pay much attention to it.
In a few seconds as I was approaching the queue to join the Bus, I saw a guy looking distressed and looking at the floor. I sensed he was looking for something so I asked “What are you looking for?” , he said wallet mi sir, mo sese withdraw owo la’ipe yi ( My wallet, I just withdrew money not quite long )