Dear Mom

I know I haven’t been a prodigal son, committed things that made you stressed at night.

I backchatted whilst you were trying to guide me, my great-great teacher. You foretold me about some things that I had soon realised after you vacated this dark world! I reminisce back in the day when you said, “Thabiso, My boy – do not depend on handouts nor favours. People do change as chameleons. Only if they need something in return then they’d give you one favour.”

Those words ring on my cerebrum each and every passing second whenever I meet “People”.

Yet I am grateful for the riches of your love. And for everything and everything at all. Words aren’t enough to articulate my gratitude.

Yours Thabiso