One More Day Without Hope

Happy birthday dear daughter. The days have passed by, they have rolled by, another year come. You would have been four today. Things have changed. I no longer think I'm dreaming. I don't pinch myself trying to wake up anymore. I've come to terms with your passing. I know you are not coming back. I know my Hope is gone, my Nadya is no more. So, as another birthday of yours comes, I remember you and all that you are. I wish it was all a nightmare and i will wake up sweating due to thee horror I just dreamed of but hugging you tight and thanking God its all a dream. But this nightmare is real, there's no waking up. I remember your calm demeanour, your stern gaze. I remember the way you call me 'mummy'. I remember your voice so well Mode Mi. I remember the way you introduce your self, "my name is Modebare Akinnini Mode-B Nadya' how i used to laugh whenever you did that. Or how you insist that 'my name is not Layondo my name is Mode-B'. Oh my de...

I met you in november you wear the prettier one the sweeter one the gentler one the smaller one you were my larondo my Mode-b. Your favourite word was Irebami she was your support system, your number one fan. You would scream with that tiny voice of yours; 'Irebami come and carry me' even when she would struggle to do so. She misses you. She misses you so much even after all these months. She's an only child now you know, textbook case of an only child. You should have stayed my Larondo. You should have stayed with her . With us! Mummy misses you Apeke mi, the one who showed me how sweet motherhood really is. The one who is most compassionate. Your smile, the small hugs you give, the pecks on the cheeks and all over my face and the occasional insistence to sit on my yaps. I miss you. I miss you my darling. I'm so sorry I failed you. I couldn't be your mother when it mattered most. My love, I'm so sorry I couldn't do the only thing required of me- to prot...