Hello everyone, hope you're all doing well. I'm new here, today Grandma is plus one.
Please show me some love, as I celebrate this grace of God in her life.
Age is associated with too many things and once you have gotten to that age, we no longer do everything on our own.
Then we begin to need the younger ones to see to this responsibility. I often hear some people say they would rather not live more than seventy years.
I feel these speculations are not to be determined, mostly by who is even living the life. Each day we grow older and wax weaker than ever.
But there is one beautiful thing about old age, more expensive and spectacular. I asked my grandma how she feels in her nineties?
She confides in me that her greatest joy is seeing her children, grand children and great children doing well and knowing she is going to rest blamelessly on the last day.
Twenty years ago, I saw my grandma, working so had, she even goes to the farm and do some difficult activities. But today, she really cannot do all of these things anymore.
Some twenty years ago, I saw my mom doing more difficult jobs, taking difficult tasks, but she is in her Sixties now.
Life is just beautiful, when you take nice decision, lessons is knowing when to take decisions at your younger age these decisions would in turn affect the afterlife.
Our destiny, like my grandma would say, depends on what you decide and minority not on what you decide, but her decision is of greater force. Each time I have the opportunity to visit the family house, and I look at her glowing ninety years skin, I marvel.
It really makes me happy, I am particularly about her so much. Even though she has a kind of stubborn and furiously more sometimes or more often.
Which scares some of my nieces and cousin away from her. But I understand that talking and stubbornness come with age, mostly.
My grandma is one of these calm people during her younger age but as she grew older, changes in attitudes and behaviors fellow suits.
I still love these troubles after all, ninety of age, today, she's celebrating her ninety-one of age. Come to think of it, she doesn't look it right?
Yeah, she doesn't, but my lovely grandma is celebrating that ninety-one today. I had the opportunity to visit her sometime last month, now we are going to celebrate her today again as usual.
So I decided to take some photos of her, I would say I am so lucky to witness my grandma celebrating her one hundred years of age.
What I love particularly about her the most is the fact, she is fearless, she doesn't give a dim if you mess up. She puts it straight to your face and leaves you thinking she's the most unkind person.
I guess this is why my navies, cousins and some of my
Auntie would scape coming home. They rather prefer speaking to her over the phone.
But trust me, grandma will still say all she wants to say to you over the phone, too. I wonder if her skin tune says she's ninety-one today.
I so much love old people more, specially when they have the opportunity of being alive. Not only that, but I could remember when she used to breastfeed me.
I which I could reach out to the photo at the time of writing this piece. Which was taken on Dad's phone. I really can't lay a hand on it now.
I was still sucking her breasts when she was seventy then I was just six years, she enjoyed doing it. Grandma was still breastfeeding I and my siblings.
Most of my breakfast has come from my grandma's kitchen and pot. You dear not eat in the morning or reject her food even when you have eaten. This is so because we live together in the family compound, anytime we all visit the village.
Trust me, you will be calling for one week talking war. Because no settlement will suit your explanation for rejecting her food.
Such is her kindness and love to everyone around her. I am happy that age didn't affect and change this part of hers. At least she is a giver.
I pray that God protections guidance with grants her good health over her until when it is time for her to depart.
Each time I talk to my grandma, she will always tell me, I know when I am going to leave you, she sees that fear through my eyes. You should be ready to celebrate me.
Make sure you don't cry. This part is too difficult to bear, knowing that she will not be with me again some day.
Will I be able to keep to her request? Of not mourning her in tears? Just that last week I spoke with her, she resounded the question again, over the phone.
You must not cry any minute, ant time or any day you don't hear my voice again. I know you we sit by me that day, you will be with me that faithful day.
Dear Lord, don't let any business or whatsoever stop me from sitting by her, this is the biggest promise that I made to her in return because is always her dream for me to witness her death.
You see, people who understand what their age means are not even afraid of talking about death or taking a bow when it calls on them, they see it and celebrate the coming.
But until then, as for now grandma is ninety-one years and still looking beautiful and strong like in her fifties.
Please join me and celebrate her new age and grace.
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