I hate the fact that you were not there for the most

part of my life.

That you missed all the major milestones in my life.

I hate the fact that I never got to experience your

love, get your teachings and being moulded by you.

To guide me through the challenging phases of my

life.

I hate the fact that you missed the pinnacle of my

youth and adolescence

and that each step I took, you missed every rung.

I hate that you were not there to see me graduate

with honours

Or there when I bought my first car.

I hate the fact that you were not there to bless my

house and give me unsolicited advice on

everything.

I hate the fact that you were not there to see me

walk down the aisle

Or hold your first grandchild.

I hate the fact that I still have to walk through life

without you

And the fact that I am yet to achieve more and not

seeing you being proud of me.

I hate it. It hurts but that’s how it is.

And I hate the fact that God took you too soon

from me, mama.

When I still needed you.

I hate it.