I Am Still My Mother's Child Poem by Raimi Babatunde

I remember growing up
After settling in on a plate of "Eba"
Laced with correct "Egusi" and Bush meat
In cold and lonely nights
Too tired to get up
You still wrap me in my sleep
Cuddling me against your breast
And the cold vaporized like magic

As a minister of unlimited resources
I journey around the world
I have seen the eight wonders of the world
I have seen love in all shades
But none compared to yours
Unconditional mother's love
Because I am still my mother's child

You make sure I eat
Even when I am not hungry
She repeats stories she told yester-years
Yet, I pretend to listen!
What an awesome mother you are
With you, I never grew up
Because I am still my mother's child

I miss those cooked corns
I am sorry I stole your meat often
You share everything with us
Our chief protector against Daddy
She knows all the combination of herbs
My Mother, My Chief Medical Doctor
You can me Mummy's boy
I am just grateful for all your love

Marriage will never separate us
Because you have paid your dues
Everybody has their place
But before Abrahak there was Adam
There is a way to prosper
There is also a short cut to longevity
Honour your parents in all ways
It is a covenant that cannot be broken

Just that you know
My children knows already
That I am still my mother's child
That we hand over the tradition
Affirming family is everything
And east or west, north or south
Home is home
And I still remain my mother's boy
With love; a grateful heart