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A letter to My Mother: Haven’t We Seen Enough?

Hand writing on old parchment / paper using quill pen

This is a satiric letter of a son to her mother. Any resemblance to any character living or dead is deeply regretted. Read and enjoy

Dear mother,

Can we skip the pleasantries today because I trust you are doing well? I know you have an anchor that keeps the soul, Christ. I also think that the pleasantries might mar the mood in which I want this letter to put your friends who will read in. Yes, I know they read it.

Mother, I have a lot to tell you but you also know how brief I usually want to be. The disappointments in life and what to expect after school are things I should be telling you now but remember how you always told me to take one day at a time.  Of course, I know you wouldn’t dare bother me about anything.

Mother, have you thought about how the world will be if people behaved towards others never mind their religious affiliation, financial and educational status, social class or tribe? Don’t worry if you haven’t. I haven’t myself too, because, it is something I always think it impossible but in real sense, it actually is. I know you would think I am being too emotional but today reminds me of the day we went to a hospital where a young lady pharmacist refused to give me my drugs because I refused to respond “Yes madam”.

I have always wanted to know how much that meant to her at that moment. Or maybe she was just being jealous that I came with you? Well, it shouldn’t hurt her so much that my mother would always want to be there for me. To us, family isn’t about the money or class. It’s about the people. The different people with diverse stories that make us who we are. The many wonderful people who eat from one bowl, sometimes even share things that could not be mentioned here. Guess them. What she didn’t know was that we have seen enough. We have seen how they hide behind all their frustrations from home to make the world know how best they do their work by treating ordinary people with little or no respect. Think of it this way; do we have to be nice to people because they are who they are or just because they are human?  So sorry theirs might be a facade.

Talking about facades, I visited a friend who boasted so much about how lovely his home was but I was a bit disappointed when I finally got to this lovely home. Of course,  it had one of the most amazing designs in the neighborhood, clean, ‘calm’ and  furnished with all the imaginations of a jobless youth, but it was more of a house to me than a home. Everyone goes to their room as soon as they finish supper. No conversations, no small fights between siblings, and no stories. Huh…Family should be more than that. At least that’s what I tell myself when Adwoa doesn’t find me in more than a fortnight.

Mother, I must say that life is even more than you used to even tell me. Sometimes I thought you were exaggerating but come to think of it now, you were being generous. Hardly did I know that would have to budget for oranges I took after my lunch. I didn’t even know all the coins I left unattended to in school would mean something now.

I know you have heard the news about the candidates who have been disqualified but still, those two men who confuse you about whether change is here or is coming are still in the race. That must have been tiring for you to hear. If they still argue about whether change is here or change is coming, ignore them, just pretend change doesn’t exist. That should be very simple. To make things easier for you, you can ask them to give you three hundred and sixty five reasons why you should believe them.

I thought about something today. I want to set up a table top stall for you. Your largest commodity will be kallypo. Oh yes! Haven’t you heard about the demand for it now? You have. Forget about who drank it first. Leave that to the company to applaud him. Y3nde3 business side no na y3p3.

Maame, I met some friends who said I was getting old and so I needed love. I didn’t know love was something that only old people needed. Between you and me, we have shared stories about that special someone. I can’t be telling you about my love escapades here. Things will get messy. Well, not as messy as you might imagine. Messy in a clean way.

Extend my greetings to grandma. She’s the only one who sees me as everything someone who has had higher education should be except a contemporary musician, just because she doesn’t really like the guy who has been shouting “kae kae”. Let her know that unfortunately I read a single course in school and writing prescriptions or interpreting tenancy agreements isn’t close to that. I can only read her letters and explain receipts to her.

I end here even as I start playing Paulina Oduro’s “Dabi dabi a medu fie”. I love you mother.

Your son,

Obiba Agyei Brown

About Eugene Agyei Brown

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