A young man has recounted how he lost his mother tears ago during a Christmas celebration.
In a series of tweets the man revealed that a fire cracker that was thrown into their compound affect his hypertensive mother who was rushed to the hospital where she died.
He shared:
“On this day nineteen years ago, some random guy threw Christmas crackers into our compound interest Warri.
My mother, rather hypertensive, went into shock & ran short of breath.
She was taken to the hospital. By 4.25am she was pronounced dead.
Merry Christmas, mom.
The jollof rice she made before she passed on was never eaten.
I practically don’t eat jollof on December 25. I don’t care much for decors either.
This is not about grieving anyways, this is just deep reflection.
I guess everything changed that day, even if I don’t admit it
Well I’m done running from the need to fully process the grief, I’m done looking for her in older women, & I’m glad I didn’t use her passing as an excuse to be an asshole.
I didn’t turn out badly, but who knows what would have been?
Hopefully she has new friends over there.
Sometimes I imagine it’s still Dec 24, 2000 and my entire life so far is a vision of the future and she’s threatening not to give me Christmas salad if I don’t know the dishes, but I guess that’s how bargaining as a stage of grief looks like.
Should have washed those plates.
Treasure what you got.
Pick your mother’s calls, understand that sometimes her overbearing nature is out of love.
I envy those with mothers who hound them with BCs & complain about their social media photos.
My dad’s wife is aiit, but what ain’t yours ain’t yours.
We move”