Daily Trip To The Ancient Heritage

Yesterday, as I was checking through my father's old documents, I saw a letter written by my grandmother to my father. Definitely somebody helped her to transform her message into a letter. That doesn't matter. It was inscribed in my local dialect. Perhaps it will help someone outside there just as it helped my father. Maybe I will tell you about my father later. Sincerely, I could see tears in those words and loneliness in the phrases. A letter from a mother to her last child.

\"Arẹmu (my father's name), I know you traveled far in the struggle for survival. May you meet fortune. Dear, I'm getting older everyday and I'm becoming weaker. I could fend for myself before, my ability is now limited. Your brothers are away, I'm alone and the situation is unbearable. My child, kindly check on me. I will be glad to see you around. I don't say permanently but just check on me. Please, my dear. Don't wait till I die, it may be early or late....\"

 Writer: Muhyideen Kolawole

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