Last couple of weeks have been great; seeing friends & #Family; #lazydays & doing things the Nigerian way (people waiting on me, despite my resistance etc.), and a lot of interesting & baffling sightings & observations of the way of life.

But seeing and being with my mum always tops the list.

Even though there was lots to do this trip; & I didn’t hang out with her as much as I would have liked to; going & coming home to her, has been great; & I guess comforting for her.

But of course, return I must; to making a living, to my young adults (who even though act like I am no longer needed; always end up returning to mum for one thing or another)…

That therefore means saying goodbye/au revoir …; this being hard enough with young ones/those in my age group …, but saying goodbye to my mum each time I come home is always harder; as I am always conscious (because of her age) it could be the last.

This morning’s goodbye was really tough; you see, my mum even though only 74; is in comparison to a lot of people her age, very frail. Mum insisted on walking to the car with me, but she couldn’t make it that far & had to stop in the living room – in tears she prayed for me & bid me goodbye; and the tears began to run down my face as well (as they are now that I am typing this)…

My brother also heads back tomorrow; & that’s going to be another tough goodbye…

I do hope it is au revoir and not goodbye …

Love you mum ❤

📝 Originally published on bitalks; one of the many moments that shaped the voice of Life’s Riches. Some goodbyes never get easier.