I was only nine(9) months when the old soldier( my father) died.
I know him not(even if I saw him before you don’t expect me to remember because I was just nine months), i know not much about him, the above was a story I was told.
I was left to my determined mother who took care of me.
She was in charge of my feeding, schooling from Nursery to the SHS when my sister and a half brother took over from her till I completed. Wait am not done.
By God’s Grace i passed my WASSCE and got Admission into Accra Technical University (Previously Accra Poly) to study Science Laboratory Technology. Thinking of admission fee and the annual fee payment I lost hope because I knew she(My Mother) wasn’t a salary worker and she was already 73years but then (you figa say she no grow? hwe) so how then will she be able to handle that ( that was my imagination oo) but hey she gave me a call “Kofi” when are you going to the campus?”. I asked my self if i was dreaming because to me it was ‘imposicant’.
To cut the long story short, she saw me through ‘ I cry Poly’ (i mean Accra Poly. We call it ‘I cry Poly’ because the hustle wasn’t easy. The hunger wey barb me for Ga?😂😂) and even helped me survive the ‘National Suffering’ (National Service) wahala.
Now I’m Musically Employed but economically Unemployed.
You see why I love mothers?
Thanks for reading my story.
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Source: Hitzbitz Gh