“My late mother, Mrs Janet Babatope was a true mother, a concise mother that will be described as ‘Abiyamo Daada’ by the Yorubas.
Let me confess here that when she died, I jubilated. Why? I was only 15 but because she was a disciplinarian, I told myself then that the ‘wicked’ woman was gone at last. She died in 1976.
But I will tell you that today, I will praise her to the high heavens because her teachings and the foundation she laid in my life and those of my siblings have helped us in life.
My mother trained me to start learning how to cook in the kitchen when I was barely seven years old. I knew how to grind pepper by age eight. She also lectured me on how to be contented with whatever I have, take care of the house. Today, you cannot serve me poundo yam. I pound my yam by myself.
I will say it here that she was a mother who could do anything for her children. I am happy that I came to this world through her.” – Toyin Adegbola Ajoke Asewo
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