MAMA ALADIRE

Our Grandmother

MAMA ALADIRE – By Ola Vincent

A short tribute to Mrs. Aina Iroko Aladire. . . . who lost the earthly struggles on July 07, 2007.

I was alone by the roadside leading to Ilu-ogbon crying bitterly as if the tears will never stop. I saw this dark woman laughing out at me, drew me nearer and kissed me. I’m not here to give you jingling rhymes of musical languages. I can still remember the good old days. Those days are still fresh in my memories.

My secondary school was then located in a desert called Ilu-ogbon just about 50km away home. As a boy, I never had the opportunity to know what mother’s care was. I never knew how a mother’s kiss sedates one’s spirit. In fact, hardly did I know how breast milk tasted when I left home in sadness and sorrow, with a penny, with tears, looking for help, if there would be any, on my way to Ilu-ogbon.

Storried Mama Aladire

I met a woman, Mama Aladire. She came through as a friend standing for good and against evil. She was always ready to share the joy of prosperity and the pangs of adversity. She increases our happiness through prosperity and diminishes our sorrow in adversity. She brought light to the darkness of our lives when we felt crushed and helpless.

We never felt the impact of our biological parents after listening to her moonlight stories at night pinching ourselves with the other children. We always ate from a red brick pot, flaunting our undeveloped breast in a red brick hut.

Ha! Mama Aladire. She opened us up to new vistas of beauty in our lives; in her arms, we got weaned and warmed for life, but she was always giving us her words.

“I feel I’m not living in vain.”

She left the most profound influence on our intellectual and moral character.
Shocking to know, she suffered with her only surviving son who died eight weeks to the day I met her, she lost her five sons a year ago to the great Ijaye War of 1975.

She wakes us up in the morning with a smile, holding our tiny heads up high, she never lets anyone hold us down because we all were her little angels. She knew how to make us laugh. She told us stories of how she grew up. She painted us with words of happiness, she taught us what our mothers forgot to teach us. She was the queen in our little word.

Just that day we came back from school, stunned and stormed with the fresh thunder, though we had earlier saw a star fell a night before and the rainbow that morning was not usual. Moving close to the entrance of our hut, we began to hear sorrowful noises. We floundered in the sea of perplexity. There was a deep silence that enveloped the parrot of the sky and the environment was as cool as the swirling water brooks. Then, we saw the look of an approaching storm even when it seems the very house we were approaching was asleep. We knew immediately that Mama Aladire’s mighty heart was hovering around the heavens.

Oh, death!
Death came stealthily at night and Snatched our lover away.
The rainbow gloomily shed across the Earth and the internment of our Beloved was a mystery.

Mama Aladire is gone away
History won’t forget how influential You were to our world
She died in her sleep a few years ago
They said just before she left for Heaven she gave everyone a smile and said I will be seeing you very soon…
Mama, we will no longer see you, only In our dreams on Friday, we will never forget your lifestyle and practices, Mama, you have your soul encrypted in our memories.

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2 comments on MAMA ALADIRE

  1. Dr. Oladeji coker says:

    Excellent…
    Contact me let’ us work together
    Oladeji32@gmail com

  2. Aluka Adeniran says:

    Good..i love your style of writting

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MAMA ALADIRE

By Ola Vincent

A short tribute to Mrs. Aina Iroko Aladire. . . . who lost the earthly struggles on July 07, 2007. 

I was alone by the roadside leading to Ilu-ogbon crying bitterly as if the tears will never stop. I saw this dark woman laughing out at me, drew me nearer and kissed

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