I want to know why I died like a poor woman when I have a Son like you.
My Son, I wanted to bless you before I die, but now I have gone with my blessings.
My breakfast, my lunch and my dinner was one of my challenges when I was alive, but u spent money to cook all types of foods, meats and different types of drinks on my burial day.
My Son, you choose to spread and rubbed my dead body with costly fragrance when I was using groundnut oil as my favourite cream.
You dressed my Corpse with an expensive cloth when it was difficult to buy a wrapper for me.
When my Corpse was in the Mortuary you came to check on me from time to time, you care about my Corpse than when I was alive why ?
The most painful thing is the kind of expensive coffin you put my Corpse when I was living in an uncompleted house.
When you were young I starved for you to eat and satisfied, I wore one cloth in order to provide enough clothes for you. I thought you would take care of me when I grow old.
You completed the house, painted it and cleared the compound in one week just to celebrate my Corpse.
Now you wrote tribute to me saying “Mama, I love you so much rest in peace” – When I died with a broken heart.
Finally, my son, I wrote this to remind you that there is no other person that loves a child like a mother. May God forgive you.