Dear Mum, I honestly don’t know what to say about this jazz lover because, honestly, what don’t you do? Happy 50th, Ma, or Amma, or Vida, or however you like to be called. I am very, very grateful for you, and in another life, if I still had my way, I’d choose you as my mum. You push me when the going gets tough, especially when I complain about school and it not being for me. You sit me down and always emphasize how I’m your first fruit, first boy, and your “piesie,” and it always gets to me. You taught me a lot of stuff, from pouring wine, and to think of it, I had no business doing that, but it’s you, so agya. But sometimes, Ntowaa can be a pain in the … (respectfully speaking, before I get my money locked up). “Kofi, go and do this, Kofi, go and do that,” and I wonder to myself, how does she survive when I’m not around, but it’s nothing but love on this side. I love you, Mum. Wishing a very happy birthday to a coffee connoisseur, a wine enthusiast, and a flower fanatic! May your day be filled with everything you love, and here’s to another year and more years of you enjoying all these and more. Your favorite child and only son, Caleb 34 The Birthday Journal
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