A number of people found it odd that I called you that. I didn’t. I grew up with it and It was all I knew.
Then I got into secondary school and became acquainted with the M word.
I remembered trying it a few times and it felt odd, strange, distant. Hahaha, it left no taste. Of course it was back to Sister! My norm. My warmth.
I miss hearing you call me girlie.. I know you feel like I’m all grown now and you calling me that might embarrass me (there has never been anyone so mindful of not wanting to hurt my feelings like you). I love those moments when you unconsciously slip back and call me that. It makes my heart dance.
Girlie ma ehh
I hear it, like yesterday.
One look at my bed reminds me that I’m yours. Hahaha. That’s aside the million other things we have in common.
Caring. Considerate. Loving. Lovely. Great personality. Quiet. Gentle. Prayer warrior of life.
You’re just awesome. .
I don’t say it enough I know, but I love you to the moon and back.
The Lord bless you and keep you. The Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious unto you. The Lord lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace. Now and always. Amen.
I love you Sister.
PS : As I grew up, I got to know it was pretty common
in those days for children (of rivers ijaw heritage) to call their mothers Sisi, Sister, Aunty, or some vernacular variant. It’s not as common anymore. In the estate where I grew up 90% referred to their mother with one of the above.
PPS : I also got to find out that my mum’s actually stemmed from the fact that she was a nurse (Nursing Sister). Every family member, every one who knows her from her side of the family and village as a whole calls her Sister.