Hello Mama, how’ve you been? How’s life in the jungle by the way? Is my father alright? Please greet him for me, tell him I rest my case now, I really don’t want his heavy boots anymore!
I know you’re always worried about me, why I decided to move my seat from the front row to the rear one, I know you’ve always had rhetorical questions about me, I’m not sure I’m okay too mama,
Things are not the way they used to be back then, life has brushed hard on me, I can feel the glow of my star from a far but I don’t know when it’s gonna shine,
Please bear with me Mama, give me time to fetch the golden pot, I’ve always wanted to give back to you, to reward you for raising up a star, though I don’t know how long it’s gonna take,

I know life has never been easy since those highschool days, you’ve never missed any of my glorious moments in school, you were at the front row,
You always showed up during my visiting days, with a pot of good meals, actually you’ve never missed any of my special days in life,
I remember the days I used to call you in a phone booth when they sent us for school fees, but you always called back, those times when the love was neutral,
You’ve always been a fighter since time immemorial Mama, please don’t let the spirit of our late grandma take over you, you know what happened with dad!

I’ve missed our old man, I wish my father would live a million years to see the man I’ll become in future, he’s my role model since day one,
I know he might never have shown up in my youthful years when I craved for that affection, but I know his heart was still with us,
I don’t know how long we’re going to stay in this world, I don’t know whether you will be around when my offspring steps on this earth for the first time,
I have always dreamt to be a great man like my father but I don’t know what awaits me, tomorrow is a misty patch, we don’t know how it’s going to be,

I know I’m not perfect mama, I have a heart of loving, but I feel the handles are getting colder every day, who left the pot outside by the way? It’s really cold out here,
Maybe I shouldn’t have studied psychology in college, maybe I notice everything in broad daylight, in the midst of the night,
You remember what they did to you and father, when the younger one won a jackpot before him, how was life then?
But maybe I think too much, maybe I should never meditate again, but I know when my turn comes they will understand why it never worked before, have a great day ahead, Mama.