Mother and son’s last good-bye

I had gone to see my sick parents who sensed an urgent need to meet.

I had gone to see my sick parents who sensed an urgent need to meet.

As you can see in this picture, on this faithful day, I was departing Jacob Town, Paynesville, Montserrado County, Liberia, after a two-week visit. I had gone to see my sick parents who sensed that there was an urgent need for us to meet. Whatever they feared at the time was only known to God, but my sixth sense told me not to relent on this call. 

Flashback:

Wednesday, September 2010, while on my regular break at work in Minnesota, I had called to greet the woman who nurtured me, the woman who cleansed me as a child, the woman who braved poverty to put smile on my face, the woman who washed and dried my dirty clothes simultaneously just so I am not late for school-while other kids were wearing new clothes, the woman who did not discriminate among her kids and that of others, the most cherished woman in the entire Bamba family, Mamasay Lassana Dumuya.

During our conversation on that remarkable September day, she sounded natural and healthy. I could feel the warmth of her breath through the phone, I could literally sense her smile on the other end of the receiver. As usual, she was very energetic and cheerful, but on this day, there was something behind her excitement that she wanted me to know.  More…