By Dear Molola,
Today looks like every other day but because you are involved, it becomes precious than every other day. In truth, I dread days like this, not for not knowing what to write but because it drains my person in finding the right words to write upon.
Many a time, I wonder why good people do not get told about their goodness while alive, I think it is a duty we all owe humanity to identify the good people amongst us and write passionate letters to them. Maybe, our actions will change the trajectory of our dysfunctional world and give coming generations a list of people to emulate.
My dear Mujidah Omolola Mojeed-Sanni(nee Amusa) you are a good wife. I make bold to say it for record purposes, I am not the perfect guy, in truth, I just have aversions for things that look too perfect, life is better in a potpourri of events i presume, somethings in the realm of the good, the bad, the ugly. To my understanding, it makes learning complete and gives people room to be something either good, bad or goodbad.
Dear Molola, you remain my potpourri of calmness, the traditionally not obstructive traditional lady. You are just the definition of a good wife, sister and mother. You are strong, patient, considerate, supportive, forgiving and religious. Many times I fear my recalcitrant attitudes might make you change, but you have held on even at the most trying times. Thank you for being my fortress of comfort.
Sometimes I imagine some of the things you have to bear to make things work and I concluded I could not have been married to a better woman. You are just the perfect woman for imperfect me. Even though the years are still young and nobody knows what tomorrow holds, you have made our togetherness so far a comforting passage.
I know there are gaps to fill, I know there are burning desires to accomplish, I know there are expectations to surpass and couple goals to meet. In my mind I remember every promise made, targets set and projects awaiting execution, but amidst these promises,all I crave for is God’s guidance to keep us together. For I know i cannot promise tomorrow since we all live on borrowed times.
Your have been a good mother to our Son Moyoade #Ubuntu, I always thought I am a teacher until you showed me how to creatively pass the message without indulging him. Every mistake we have made, you have turned into beautiful lessons. So many a time I lose track of salient issues and take spontaneous decisions, it is the depth of your retrospectiveness that often “make what I could have marred”. For this, I thank you greatly even though I do not say it every other day.
Marriage is beyond the facade we all see, everyday looks the same but is never the same. Everyday takes its toll, taking a bit of you as the year wears on, the lights dim and sparks fade only a good wife with abundance of grace gives of herself to rekindle the fire. Many say wines get better by the day but I add that you need a good woman to make it taste best, only when you have a wife like #MamaUbuntu that you will understand.
Continue to be a good wife because there is just one nagging attitude, one unchanging behaviour, one bad advice, one jealous friend and one envious family member between a good wife and a bad wife. Do avoid them all that they may not use their rot misled a good heart. And remember, you will always be my MJ of Life.
Happy Birthday to the Soul of My Soul #MamaUbuntu. We sincerely Love You.
From #BabaUbuntu #Ubuntu and #AbujaGoonz
Be Safe.
SM-S
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