HER WET PILLOW

HOW IT STARTED

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CHAPTER ONE
HOW IT STARTED

"For every successful person, there is a painful story" My mom tells me every time I am going through tough times. My mom was and always will be my basic source of inspiration which is why I want to share her story for others to learn from. She usually says:

"Some people are meant to be in your life to love you, some to hate you, some to admire you, some to detest you, some to adore you, some to mock you, some to respect you, some to humiliate you, some to make you rise, some to see you fall, some to support you, some to oppose you, some to accept you, some to reject you, some to inspire you, some to protect you, some to endanger you but all to teach you. Be a good learner, everybody counts."

No one would have imagine what she went through, she never told me about her life but as a curious person I demanded to know what her view of life was which made her hand her diary over to me. Getting that was one of the best gifts I received. Only if she was here can I hug her and tell her how proud I am to have her as a mother. Then, I will say this to her:

"My mother, my strength,

My love, my greatest gift,

Never did I deny your greatness,

Never did I thought you were less,

But I wish I knew how priceless you were,

I wouldn't have been this less,

All your sacrifices and your encounter,

All your hardship and your grief,

Your beautiful smile and your hug hid all you felt,

How bright you were that the mirror broke as it couldn't hold your brightness,

How beautiful you were that roses refused to grow in my garden,

How precious you were that made pearls shy,

How amazing you were that super heroes chose not to exist,

I love you mom, I always will."

Okay! Let me wipe off my tears, I guess I got emotional. As I said, I would be narrating the story of my angel, may her soul rest in peace. To listen to this story, you need a tissue paper, popcorn and most especially a pillow. Very soon, you will know why you need a pillow. Here we go!

Her name was Amina Muhammad born to the family of Mal. Muhammad Ahmad and Mallama Aisha Isa. They lived in Jos North, Plateau state. She happens to be the first child of her parent followed by Aliyu, Isa and Fatima. Her father who happens to be my grandfather was a driver her mother was a Trader. Here goes the story of her childhood:

My mom as the first child was showered with love and care although her dad wasn't that financially stable. Her mom was very supportive and helped her dad so they lived in a stable home because I wouldn't call their home a good one, you will get to know the reason why I said so. They didn't have enough money to send my mom and her siblings to a private school so they attended a government school. Here in Plateau state, government schools are not properly managed; students sit on old desks, teachers skip classes, rules are not obeyed, there were lot of violations. Government did not give emphasis to education so wealthy and average citizens had to enroll their students into private schools to get better education and as I said earlier my grandparents were poor.