MY Mother who sat and wash my Infant head, when sleeping on my cradle bed, and tears of sweet affection shed? My Mother! My Mother, her strength amazes us, Her Love amazes me. Her support to my Dad amazes me. My Mother, she will conceal her weaknesses just to make us stronger. Growing under her tutelage has not been easy for a tough boy that I was alongside my Brother Mercy. We were more like the thorn in the Flesh, I remember then and even up till now where all you needed to do is go on your kneels over any situation. You taught us to pray but beyond teaching we saw you prayed, we saw you intercede for us. You birth us in Prayer, little wonder we were assured of Hope that does not defer. Our path has been aided through your prayers. I remember how you kept vigils and still do and will hear you mentioning our names one after the other. One morning, a Muslim Family friend called in and was pleading to you to pray on her behalf for her daughter who was at the point of death and of cou
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