Mothers: Guardians praying against all bad dreams

My pilot complained for almost two hours but Air Traffic Control just did not understand the need for me to get back to Lagos ASAP. I had promised madam we will be together today. I maintained my characteristic cool, calm and collected posture.

I would not have come, but the plea by my constituency that the next 2 years will be shaped in Minna was too strong for me to ignore. I know I do not belong, but best to play along.

The log-jam from hilltop was unbearable, and now we stood at lock-down at the Minna airport waiting for “Vice Presidential movement”, or is it “Coordinator Movement”. I just cannot understand what brought me to the town in the first instance. is it by force?

Ever since the gap-tooth genius responded to my “Happy Birthday” message some 25 years ago, we have maintained a decent level of cordiality. I remember when the bride was born, I was already an Aluta member in Unilorin. Is this the trip you can call “a bridge too far?”

Just as I reached to pick up the mobile phone again, I felt my left ear revv up at a high decibel level, just like the left jet of the plane.

It is not the jet …. It is my wife whispering … “Happy Mothers’ day.

It is one of those real bad dreams! I am now fully awake!!

Happy Mothers day to you great women out there. May all your good dreams and those of your children never be cut short in Jesus Name. Amen.

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