English: ...Sometimes, we have to be reminded of our blessings
It goes beyond the crafts of our hands
or desires of our hearts,
I wondered how it seemed that I have forgotten my favorite nursery rhyme,
and how sang in it’s excitement
“...When shall I see my Home!,”
but truly, I did not forget what it means to have a Home,
How priceless it is to have a home with a Mother,
and how having a Grandmother is more like winning Jackpot,
You know, her pot is always open,
same as her doors,
And the undiluted love that takes me closer to my descendants.
I did not forget how she held my arms and called me
“Nwam - My Child!”
And how I stared at her smile with both my eyes and lens
how she made me laugh with no accent,
and how I felt the blessings of my ancestor
In the kindness of her heart,
I listened to all her tales and songs
I watched her and saw the cycle of life
Glorifying in her gestures,
I saw blessings of longevity
in every wrinkling tone that was so beautiful!
And then I called her Mama
And she hummed in response,
so I told her,
“Mama I did not forget how you bathe me”,
And then she reminded me how I cried.
Again I told her
“I did not forget the Good Old days”,
And she reminded me that I was still young,
“Mama I didn’t forget the Omugwo the way you nursed me” I said,
And she asked if really do remembered
then I told her “Mama I did not forget the taste of your food”
She smiled and said ,
“Of course, you did not,
Sometimes we don’t forget, we just have to be reminded!”