Atoka senior nutrition center
ABOUT ADOKA SONMY MOTHER was approaching the age of ninety years when she told me the story of how my father snatched her from her first husband I was 70 years old This revelation was one of many that came inside the flow of almost daily mobile phone conversations between Mother in Adoka and I in Abuja since Father s death fifteen years earlier Mother died when I was seventy three leaving a huge gap in my life which I filled with fond recollection of the stories she had narrated to me about the childhood of her Ad Obum My Father In Law I m my grandfather reincarnated who arrived in her life as the eighth child but the first to breathe and cry I could hear her cry on the phone as she told me the story of my arrival but she quickly said they were tears of joy Certainly not tears of pain because physical pain she believed had been extinguished from her body after enduring the experience of being pregnant and giving birth fifteen times Mother knew nothing about telephones before GSM mobile phones came into existence She would dress up for the calls she made to me Once I called her from London she asked me to call her back because she was not properly dressed for the extraordinary meeting Mother never left the social and physical environment where I was conceived and born Her account of my childhood years were snapshots of a world that only existed in her memory Drama after drama episode upon episode Mother helped me conjure up and re live my childhood The urge to write it all down was irresistible My journalistic instinct propelled me as I recognised that this was probably the best and most fulfilling story I would ever write Adoka Son is real The only fiction about it is that it happened If only Papa and could read it Adoka Son Childhood Memoirs of African.