LETTER FROM A LATE MOTHER TO HER SON - THREE DAYS AFTER HER BURIAL Dear Son, I want to know why I died like a poor woman when I have a Son lik e you. My Son, I wanted to bless you before I die, but now I have gone with my blessings. My breakfast, my lunch and my dinner was one of my challenges when I was alive, but you spent money to cook all types of foods, meats and different types of drinks on my burial day. My Son, you choose to spread and rubbed my dead body with costly fragrance when I was using groundnut oil as my favourite cream. You dressed my Corpse with an expensive cloth when it was difficult to buy a wrapper for me. When my Corpse was in the Mortuary you came to check on me from time to time, you care about my Corpse than when I was alive why ? The most painful thing is the kind of expensive coffin you put my Corpse when I lived in an uncompleted house while alive. When you were young I starved for you to eat and be satisfied, I wore one cloth in order to provi