Inside Asiedua’s chest: I refused to forgive; now she is gone
I thought of her as the worst mum in the world. I despised her; did not want to hear anything about her. The only time I called her mum was when she was gone. And now, I wish I had another chance with her. “Will you please hear me out, I love you and I’m sorry for denying you that love all these years,” she cried out. I could feel how sorry she was but as to why I still held on to the anger, I am yet to understand. That voice should have told me she was calling me from a sick bed – I thought she was doing it all to get back into my life. My ‘hello,’ filled with so much hatred and anger, is still fresh on my mind. My mother was not part of my childhood and life was really hard at some point without her. I grew up thinking about my father as one of the best in the world. He did not talk much about my mother and his reaction whenever any of his siblings mentioned my mum raised some questions. I was told my mother had travelled. And that was exactly what I wrote in my essays...
