Tribute to Tessy

As a child she played with dolls, caring for them as she would a child.
As a teenager she looked ahead with expectation to the day she would become a woman
As a woman she waited patiently and prayerfully for the day God will give me to her.
Expectant, she fondly carried me for nine months and did all she could to make sure I stayed healthy.
When the appointed day came, she gave birth to me, enduring the pangs of labor.
She welcomed me into the world with smiles, amidst the pains she felt; kissed my forehead and cuddled me.
She would stay awake for hours in the night just to ensure I was safe and sound.
When the frailty of human nature caught up with me, she felt the discomfort even more than I.
As a child, she taught to me to love virtue and to abhor vice.
She taught my first words of prayer and would pray with me each night before I slept.
She ensured I had the best of education, standing by me each step of the way.
I still remember she was on hand to see me present my B.Sc Seminar, despite the distance she had o travel.
As a teenager, she taught me what it took to be a man; respect for men, humility, belief in self, courage in times of trial, the power of dreams and valor in hard work.
Even as an adult today, she is still a strong pillar that supports me.
She is Theresa, my dear mother.