MY HEART By: Oluwajimi Thorpe

Some of us lost someone special last year (SOMEONE CLOSE) and at that point it felt like the world was crashing and you felt you couldn’t make it without them in your life.

Mine was my Grand Mum; I am dedicating this write up to those of you that lost that SPECIAL SOMEONE.

Mama when I was told to write a tribute about you, I couldn’t write anything from my heart because a tribute can never pay for what you did in my life.

Mama you will forever be in my right atria, you never for once gave up on me, you were my number one fan.

Still remember how you called me ‘’OKO MII’’ meaning my husband.

Mama I remember that you still helped me wash my cloth, throughout primary school.

Mama I remember the way you called me secretly to give me money.

Mama I remember the way you prayed for me and my future (wife, children, grand children. Etc )

Mama a thousand pen is not enough to write about you, you are my greatest motivator.

I remember when I was with you at the hospital, on your sick bed, in my mind I was looking for away to swap my life for yours (I AM NOT SCARED OF DEATH, I AM ONLY SCARED OF LOSING AND MISSING THOSE I TRULY LOVE).

Mama, your death has made me a better and stronger man, it has made me see the world from another perspective, it made me understand life more better.

Mama I miss you now that you are on the other side.

Mama thank you for being the best grand ma, With love from Oluwajimi.

We should try and show love to everyone in our life, because they will not be there forever, take advantage of the limited-time and tell them you really care about them.

SOMETIMES IN LIFE WHEN WE HAVE SOMETHING, WE TEND NOT TO KNOW THE WORTH UNTIL WE LOSS IT.

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