My mom, the thought of her is making me blush right now. She is beautiful, my african queen, i hope to make the money that will be mistaken for my phone number to spoil her with it.

She is smart and intelligent; she knows the trick to soften my dad heart when i annoy him.

She is my dream builder and keeper; she encourages me when am discourages and feel like giving up, she will say, lucky, don't give up, hold on to your dreams, its your life, go and do all you can do with it, and make it the life you want to live.

She is my mentor and teacher; she wakes me early and urge me to take the first task of the day, which is to arrange my bed.

She is my gist mate and confidant; she knows the first girl i kissed.

She is the economist; she knows how to use the resource available to her. There is just no me without her. She is my mother