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Media personality Denrele Edun has recalled his mother's sacrifices for him and his brothers in honor of Mother's Day on Sunday.
He disclosed on his Instagram page in a lengthy post that his mother had multiple jobs in Lagos in order to provide a good life for them. He observed that she was balancing her roles as a headmistress, lesson instructor, French and German teacher, and class teacher.
He narrated how, in 1989/1990, she was forced to sell her gold earrings and Indian saris in order to raise funds for his Common Entrance since he had missed the payment deadline. He claimed that knowing she was reserving it for her return ticket to Mauritius, he was devastated by her sacrifice. His mother, though, reassured him that he
He narrated how, in 1989/1990, she was forced to sell her gold earrings and Indian saris in order to raise funds for his Common Entrance since he had missed the payment deadline. He claimed that knowing she was reserving it for her return ticket to Mauritius, he was devastated by her sacrifice. But his mother told him he was her accomplishment.
Denrele further disclosed that moving to their family house was hell on earth for them as there was no moment of peace as their cousins were always out to draw blood. But his mother stood up for them and fought for everything and everyone.
“Our MOTHERS.….
They are beautiful, softened at the edges, and tempered with a spine of steel.
We want to grow old and be like them!
All that I AM or HOPE TO BE, I owe to my MUM.
The hardworking, resilient, overtly temperamental (We never
understood why, but now I do), MFM Prayer Warrior, Street Fighter,
Fashion Killer all-round Superwoman named ANITA DHUNWANTEE EDUN!
•
My
mother worked several jobs in Lagos to make life worth living for us
kids. She was a Class Teacher here, the Headmistress there, a French and
German teacher somewhere, and a Lesson Teacher everywhere!
I recall one time in Primary 6 (1989/1990) when I had no school
sandals, my uniform was struggling at the seams and we had passed the
deadline for payment of my Common Entrance Examination. My Dad was out
of a job and my Mum (then) was working as a kindergarten teacher who
tried incessantly to get salary advance payment but the School
Authorities were already tired of her demands. She sold off her Indian
Saris and gold ornaments (sold them ALL…every single one) and even
though I was so distraught cos I knew she was saving them up for her
flight fare back to Mauritius, she hugged me and told me,
“You silly boy. You are my investment. Make sure u pass your Common Entrance and buy all my Saris back”.
She muttered something in Hindi, tugged at my ears, and rushed off to another job.
Moving to our family house was HELL on earth!
There was never a moment of peace.
My
cousins were always out to draw blood but here’s the crãzy part; My
MOTHER STOOD UP FOR US ALL AND FOUGHT EVERYTHING FIGHTABLE!
Standing
at 5ft 3, she was a FORMIDABLE FORCE and ONE MAN MOPOL! She even broke
bottles faster than an Agbero but still Ebute Metta style! I always
looked in amazement as she fought bout 8 women in our family house every frigging day whilst my Dad would always leave them to Baba GOD.
Try Anita’s kids and you will see her Indian wrath in all its volcanic glory!
It was my Mum’s Birthday on the 7th, IWD on the 8th, and now Mothering Sunday on the 10th;
Triple Celebration for IYA RELE.
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY TO MY ROCK & SALVATION”.
A month back, in an interview with ‘Who is in my House’ Podcast, Denrele recounted his ugly childhood experiences. He spoke about his childhood trauma, heartbreak, and career.
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