Friday 13 March 2015

Mama Put- Josiah G


Some called her "Iya with the magic touch" and some yet call her "The Midas Touch" but i still can't place the vocabulary that best describe her personality.

The nights became our seasons of joys and celebrations as they aid us to abide with her and the merry that comes with it. The mornings were hated for they seemed wasted ages where we would lie-in-wait for her ever corrosive presence. They called us names and labeled her with titles that gave her fame though lame, yet our bond with her grew like a wild fire spreading in the seasons of the harmattan.

Her food took the place of many parents' among us because of the special touch that came with it. Rumors had it, that she uses "something extra" to prepare her food, but we all knew what she added and that is what knitted our destinies with hers. Every day we hoped she wouldn't stop adding even if they say it id evil, it is their opinion, "THEIR WORDS AGAINST OURS"

What else could take the place of LOVE? For each plate she served, the love that came with it was always more than the food itself, hence we could give our all for a plate- yes, our all for just a plate. Not a plate of food, but a dish of love that we cannot find elsewhere.


She Mothered many, fathered thousands and remained a Guide to Millions. MAMA PUT we did call her at that, because in the plate of rice, was put, a sound dish of unparalleled LOVE. Oh how I wish those days would come back to us...

@Calabar_gist

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