Dear Mother,

Greetings from your flesh mama. I tried to draw the definition of missing but realized just in time it would be impractical so I just had to put it in all caps, perhaps hoping it will make sense, I MISS YOU. You always said time flies and for sure it has yet the bond seems to even grow stronger despite us being far yonder. I’m still maintaining the ‘baba’ figure, though all grown up now. You won’t enjoy caressing my goatee as you used to do while you bathed me, I mean it’s quite in a mess now but so was dad’s. The muscles, mama, you remember how I used to admire father’s?  Now this is different. A new definition of masculinity, yet I still feel it’s like nothing. I still outsource my entire protection from you mama. You always wanted me to be responsible, all the best for me is what you had on your mind and I really do appreciate. Mum, you remember beating me up when I ran outside naked during bath time. You warned me and said some things are not to be seen, as simple as that and no explanation given. But I’m kind of confused, girls here mama do rounds in semi-naked outfits. I mean, is there something hidden from me? You told me it was bad yet it’s quite the opposite of that and people love it. They call it being part of our time and it makes the girls instant celebrities before the eyes of fellow young men. Mama, I don’t and will never doubt your teachings. I know little of Bible but I believe this is not it. Please don’t start forming pictures, I haven’t tried anything crazy nor have I any plans. Ok, that aside, here’s something to cheer you up. The promise mama. The one promise I made to you after dad’s untimely departure. The promise that I will never lay my hands on alcohol let alone the thought of it. I’m proud to tell you that the promise is still held onto and swear it to the heaves today that it will never be broken.

The one packet of socks that you always insist I have them with me is still intact. My friends are also adopting the culture from me all courtesy of you. That reminds me mum; you are a genius, never shying away from the truth. They say birds of same feather do the flocking together and I have been cautious on whom I pick as a friend, I mean these are the ending times. You always warned me against bragging and I think I now understand better. Experience can be the best teacher. I got your mail and though it’s been difficult I’m doing all the best to implement the talk-less do-more policy but you said it was father’s idea and oh yes! I can make it. Mama, your son also has the crazy side. I got myself in some brawl and I now have a scar on my forehead, a small one. Wait, no need for alarm, I’m good. Probably this happened because you never told me that I don’t have to fight to prove I’m a man. I’m not blaming you mum, far from it but my point is parents can’t teach everything and some things we just have to learn for ourselves.

As I put the final ink on this paper, again remember I LOVE YOU. Greet everyone for me. Papa especially, tell him I miss his crazy stories and though it might sound childish, I yearn for them. Mum, I’m sure grandma always wanted to hear from dad how he was doing relationship wise back in the days. You understand what I’m saying…Ok something is cooking and mum your son can choose a perfect one. Trust me. Let’s just leave at that because you will come to see what I’m saying. Till we meet mama, do me one favor, TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF FOR ME

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