I am a believer and I believe in the Word because is God’s inspired. However, anytime I stumbled on the Hebrew 9:27 that says, “It is appointed for a man to die once…” I get angry because I wish that scripture is not applicable to my mother. Unfortunate, God is not a respecter of a person (Acts 10:34).
From my studies, I have come to the understanding that there are five levels of womanhood. They are as follows: Girl, lady, wife, mother, and grandmother. A female is born a girl, grow to be a lady, become someone’s wife by choice, conceive, and deliver a child or children. Producing another mother is what qualifies her to be a grandmother. There are many girls, several ladies, a few wives, but mothers are scarce. Of course, without a mother, the position of a grandmother is not in view. The above is what reminds me of the famous proverb in the south-west of Nigeria, that says, “Iya ni wura, Baba ni jigi.” Translation, “Mother is gold; and Father is a Mirror.” Five years ago, I lost my gold (my mother) and since, I never recover from that shock that my mother could leave this world on a journey of no return.
As it is easy to buy a mirror from the store, but you have to be very prepared to obtain magnificent gold. This is the secret; neither a real mother can be found on the street, nor can it be purchased for money. Good mothers are God’s gift that cannot be quantified money. May 20th of every year is when I wish I could be around you and celebrate your birthday, but unfortunately, your situation is beyond what I can comprehend. I wish God could spare your life to this day. Although, with God’s help, I have been able to carry myself well and attracted tremendous and many women to my life. Ranges from the former, vice president of Oral Robert University, to the mother-in-law of Pastor David Oyedepo Jr’s wife and other great women of reputations. However, nor could take the place of Grace Oluyanbo Adedokun. In 2012, when I was leaving for the United States of America, I can remember vividly, when she saw me off to the Murtala Mohammed International Airport in Lagos State, Nigeria. She prayed the prayer that Isaac prayed for Jacob for me. How I wish, she could pray it again.
Mrs. G. O Adedokun taught me life, how to live, and carry myself. She shared things that she never discussed with any of my sisters. Many people have called me their son, but they know their real biological son, while I know my biological mother. This is the secret; a good woman will never forget the day of her labor. The agony and discomfort that she experiences during labor. The unpleasant condition that she finds herself and the unbearable pain before, during, and after birth. When My wife and I had our second and third children, I was left with my wife; nobody could help I have to do all that I saw her did to my siblings during their birth. It was then that I released that I don’t have my gold anymore. I can remember when some people called in to give valid excuses for their failure to come to help out. However, I know someone who will never present any reason, but she will ensure that she makes it and come to my rescue; her name is Mrs. Adedokun.
I wish she still here again
I wish she could even call my name again
I wish she could share some of her wisdom again
I wish she could sell her gold to get me on the go again
I wish she could let go of her needs to meet my own needs again
I wish she could write my name down in the Bible and pray for me again
On this day of every year, I will forever be grateful to God for the womb that conceived me, the breast that fed and the hands that nurtured me. Mama Jeje, Mama Ni Israeli, Mama Oluwarotimi. She is not General Overseer, but her initial is G. O. I pray that heaven will find you worthy, and may your good record speaks for you on the day of Judgement. Your irreplaceable virtues, love, and zeal for the things of God will be forever be remembered, and your personalities virtuous speak to all generation.
From your Only Son. Oluwarotimi (God Stands With Me).
…be inspired, live an abundant life and help others.