My Mum: Shopping Stories (Part 1)

Onitsha Ado, the city where we spent the most part of our childhood and the commercial nerve centre of Anambra State, located in the Eastern Part of Nigeria has lots of markets.

From the very popular Onitsha Main Market, one of the biggest and busiest Markets in West Africa, adjoined to the Ose food market to the not so popular ‘Slaughter House’ market, which was mainly an abattoir but then people sold foodstuffs there too.

The Slaughter market was a walking distance from our then house at Ideani Street, Omagba Layout, Phase 1. We had to cross the express road to get there though so my Mum wouldn’t send you until you got to a particular age. By the time I turned 15, we had moved to Trans-Nkisi and we; the older kids could easily access Ose Market.

Now, my Mum’s shopping lists were rather very descriptive. Before she sent you to the market, you would be debriefed with elaborate details on what you were to buy; each sentence punctuated by hand gestures and facial expressions and sometimes thoughtful pauses as though considering if she should kukuma go to the market by herself.

Ehe! I ya e gote akwu, nee m anya, ya abukwana nke lebii onu. I ya akaba aru fu n’odi fresh


So you’ll buy Palm Kernels, look at me; (she would then turn her hands with her palm facing upwards and run her left fingers across her right finger tips) the tips should not be rotten, check to be sure they are fresh.Palm Kernels                Palm Kernels


Gote Onugbu, nke aroo na mmili, ya enukwana inu
Buy bitterleaf, the one that was washed besides the river, it should not be bitter.

Washed bitterleaf in a plate     Washed bitterleaf in a plate

And then the list gets even more specific…

Gote Ede, akili achi, mobu ede eko
Buy Cocoyam, and she would specify whether it’s akili achi or Eko

CocoyamCocoyam (don’t ask me which one)

And then she gets really specific;

Gote Ora Abagana, Ogili Alor, Azu Mangala ma o bu Azu Isi, Egusi aka, egotekwana nke ingin…

Buy Ora leaves, the ones that were grown at Abagana village, buy Ogili, the ones made at Alor village, buy Mangala Fish or Head Fish, buy hand peeled Egusi (Melon seeds), don’t buy the one peeled with machine o! Then she proceeds to explain in details the differences between the two …

Ora Leaves                  Ora leaves

Ogili Akwukwo
Ogili Akwukwo
Azu Mangala
Azu Mangala
Azu Isi
Azu Isi

And then she would describe the customer that sells Okro to her (the specie that gets done easily), another that sells Crayfish (Oroni), the one that sells Fresh Ukwa– breadfruit, Nweke; the meat seller and of course, fruits specifically bought by the Police Station.

All accompanied by threats of how you’ll eat the food alone if you buy the wrong items…

I remember the list in my sister Ifeyinwa’s fine handwriting;

List of Things To Buy

  • Ogili Alor
  • Ede eko
  • Onugbu aroo na mmili
  • Ora Abagana
  • Egusi aka…
Lolz…

Imagine our chagrin when we grew up and relocated to other parts of Nigeria and the abroad only to find out that we had very limited choices of Igbo foodstuffs.

Abi we should start asking Lagos Market women if they washed their Bitterleaf at the Lagoon?

Later on, we would joke amongst ourselves whenever we were about to go grocery shopping as we remembered our Mum’s elaborate shopping lists.

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Onye No Nso? (Who’s Near?)

That was how she called us.

It was funny though, sometimes when she wanted to call Obiageli; the last born, she would first of all call like 3 names before actually calling the right one. It was usually a hilarious sight. Her mind must have been filled with thoughts at such times.

Mom in the 80's
Fashion Umuagbala
       

Anyways, that’s what you get when you have six daughters so to make it easier, my Mum would just shout ‘Onye no nso?’ Who is close-by and usually the closest person would answer; ooo mu – it is I and then run towards her direction.

But not my sister Uju or our last born Obiageli. Uju would usually shout my name in response if we were together; I guess being 14 months older than I am gave her that right. Lol.

Mummy: Onye no nso?

Uju: ooo Obiamaka

Usually my Mum would end up calling her name instead of mine as she would have given herself away by her voice but sometimes she would just call me; Nne bia bulu efele a o – my dear, come and carry these plates…


As for Oby, she just simply assumed that the call was for any of her elder sisters, especially if she was home with Chioma, her immediate elder. Lol

Mum in the early 90's
Always together!

Sunday, March 22nd marked our first Mother’s day (in Nigeria) sans notre mère. It was also the day the 6 months mourning period officially ended, meaning that all relatives could take off their mourning clothes; the traditional white clothes…



In all, we remain grateful to God for the beautiful times we had with our Mum, for the memories and the stories.

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My Mum – Always There!

Just us 10

One of the things that hit us most about our Mum’s passing to glory was the fact that we were used to her being there.

Growing up, she was always there; like most Mums would be. For the eight of us, travelling across cities, schools and even countries at a point.

At Oby’s grad; Univ. of Ghana, Legon

Keeping up with our Doctor’s appointments, ensuring we took our drugs according to prescription and I remember at one time, like 5 out of the eight of us took ill at about the same time. Ye!🙆🏾‍♀

When I had my traditional wedding, I practically arrived like a guest. Mum working with Dad took care of things from our family end.

My fave pix since last year

When it was time for her burial, we, the children didn’t quite know where to start from. Mum always planned out the ceremonies, took care of the different families, knew what food to present to who and all of those tiny aspects of culture that we never knew even existed.

We did pull through

When my Mum took ill, we didn’t believe death would happen. I mean Mum was always there right? She would definitely be there till her 80’s, even her 90’s you know…

She would be there to witness the wedding of umuaka ito a – a term we used to refer to my three younger siblings when they were kids.

She would be there to stress as usual over the preparations, our dressings; consult for the best colour for the family asoebi, get the best tailor to make them, harass us over the phone to send our measurements, organize matching jewelries, all the while recommending rigorous skin care routine for the bride. Then organise her troupes of friends; decked out in various matching colours and her sisters too in their own uniform.

At Chika’s wedding…

She would plan the best decor and food and then have a permanent smile on her face that day, looking all beautiful like she didn’t lift a finger; one of her arms slightly stretched out as she gave nonstop hugs to her numerous guests, nodding and laughing to something they whispered to her ear, turning to frown and quickly correct something out of place; if any and switching back to a smile the next instance. All the while saying ‘Chukwu aluka’ – God has done great things and ‘Ekene m Chukwu’ – I thank God and silently hoping that the next wedding ceremony would be sometime soon. Lol

During her burial arrangements, my Dad made sure to bring some of the exact vendors she used for occasions and weddings especially her favourite decorator…

Her friends honoured her in no small measure, they turned out for all the events in troupes, in their different groups and uniforms with new dance steps. It was beautiful.

My Mum; always there like the Sun you expected to rise every morning and warm the earth…until her Sun set on June 29th, 2019 at Baylor Hospital, Dallas, Texas… Mama m…

We are grateful for the time she was bodily present with us and for all her sacrifices. And we do hope to try to be there for each other and to carry on with her legacy in whatever way we can individually and collectively.

Thus shall we pass from this earth and it’s toiling, only remembered by what we have done.

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My Mum- Her Greetings

Elegant Mama

“Morning, Nne, i tetago?”

“Morning, Nnaa, i tetago?

That’s the way she would respond; the first line for the girls and the second line for the boys, every single time we said “Mummy, good morning”.

She would ask if we had woken up; in her calm undulating voice. And it would come with a smile, even if you had fallen out with her the previous night.

My Mum’s smile, the way her face would light up whenever we walked into her room. It was like switching on a light bulb. She might have been pondering on something moments before any of us walked in but as soon as that person entered, she turned on that smile.

Mmmaaa mu na nwanne m o!”

She would say, calling us her siblings, spreading out her arms and wrapping us in a warm hug. This was usually when we arrived from a journey, be it from school or anywhere.

She would then peer into your face, squinting her eyes as if trying to read behind the facial expressions and I’m certain in our older years, she also examined our facial skin for conformity to her beauty standards.

I remember when I had a serious case of pimples in University, it was my final year and I think I probably reacted to an adulterated Face Wash I bought from the market.

My Mum’s reaction was something else, she would constantly examine my face and worry that the pimples weren’t clearing despite the products she gave me to use. At a point she openly wondered if the ‘pimples were as a result of a spiritual attack to prevent her daughter from getting married’ LOL. Like I’m still laughing, thinking about it at the moment.

Well, I got to Lagos after graduation and my sister, Chika gave me something that helped clear the pimples.

“Oo Ikemsinachi o! Oo nwanne m o! Oo Brother Ikemsinachi o!”

She would chant in a sing-song voice while greeting my first son, Ikem. She would again refer to him as her sibling and also add ‘Brother’ a sign of respect and probably spirituality I think. I never asked her why she called him that, we would just laugh over it.

As part of the Igbo burial rites, a woman’s body was usually taken to her Father’s compound to be shown to her people before it would then arrive her own compound for lying-in-state and burial.

Chants of “Oo nwanne m o! Oo nne o! Oo nwanne m o!” filled the air as the casket bearing my Mum’s body arrived her Father’s compound. It was such an emotional moment as they paid final respects to their sibling and daughter and watching the whole scenario brought back memories.

Memories of a voice we were blessed to have heard and of precious moments that we’re grateful to have experienced.

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My Mum… A Biography

THE LIFE & TIMES OF LADY BENEDETTE UGWUNWA EZEANYA (nee ENECHUKWU)

Mum in her CWO attire, holding a trophy
Celebrating the Life of an Amazon

Lady Benedette Ugwunwa Ezeanya was born on the 4th of April, 1959, the third child out of eight children of Late Mr. James Obumneme Enechukwu and Late Mrs. Elizabeth Onyemaenu Enechukwu (nee Okeke), both from Uke, Anambra State.

Lady Benedette as a baby

Her father, a devout Catholic, a business man of integrity and the then Treasurer of St. Dominics Catholic Church, Uke would set the pace for her outstanding commitment to the service of the Lord and her regard for humanity throughout her lifetime.

Young Bene like most children of her age loved to go to school. At the age of 5, she attended St. Michael’s Primary School, Fegge, Onitsha. Her secondary education took place at the Young Women Technical College (YWTC) and Regina Paecis Secondary School, all in Onitsha.

Her dear father, James Enechukwu would pass on when she was about 12 years old, but his legacy lingered as she and her siblings would proudly introduce themselves as James Enechukwu’s children “Nwa James Enechukwu” at any given opportunity.

Mum & some of her siblings at her nephew's ordination
Umu James Enechukwu at his grandson’s Priestly Ordination

Lady Bene’s love for knowledge and for formal education reflected in her lifelong quest for it as she continued schooling; attending the Teachers Training College, Obosi and later on, College of Education, Nsugbe after she got married and had children.

She would later on go back to school to obtain further education at about the period she became a Grandmother, efficiently combining this with taking care of her daughter and first grandchild.

All through her life, she resounded the importance of education to her children, her domestic helps and every young relative or person who came close to her. Several times, she would go out of her way to help them get quality education. Such was her belief in the ability of education to improve someone’s standing in life.

Lady Benedette got married to Chief Sylvester Ifeanyi Ezeanya in 1976, and they had their white wedding in 1978. Together they bore and raised eight children.

Becoming Mrs. Ezeanya

Mum, Dad and their eight kids
Ndi Be Ezeanya

Through her years of child bearing, her tenacious personality and her go-getter qualities would shine through as she kept pursuing her education, maintaining her commitment to the service of the Lord and to her various business interests as well as contributing her quota to helping her husband run his businesses. He would fondly refer to her as his adviser.

On a business trip

Lady Benedette Ezeanya was an entrepreneur and a business woman who worked hard and taught her children the virtues of hard work. Her business interests included high-end clothing fabrics, car paint, automobile refurbishing and accessories. She was a person of integrity, ethical in her business dealings and she earned the respect and trust of many clients and business partners.

A kind hearted woman who was easily moved by the plight of others, Lady Benedette Ezeanya always left people better than she met them. She gave generously and would visit the Motherless Babies Homes to make donations. She was always ready to help her relatives, taking special care of her beloved Mum and her grandparents too. She would always assist the needy, usually going the extra mile to help people solve their problems.

Lady Benedette Ezeanya though a disciplinarian was a peace maker and tried to maintain peace in her home.

She was full of life and she loved to look good. She was one person you could count on to turn up at an event being organized by her family or friends. She was an active participant in every community she lived in at Onitsha and also in her hometown Uke.

A lover of the arts, Lady Benedette Ezeanya was a storyteller, dramatic in her narratives and pulling in her listeners as she painted vivid pictures of different scenarios, punctuating with songs, chants and ululations where relevant.

She loved different genres of Music both local and international and at a point in her life was an active member of the choir.

Lady Benedette loved to dance; she belonged to several dance groups in the Church through her lifetime, participating actively in creating and releasing new dance steps and until her demise was among the leaders of her CWO Band Group.

At a Dance Group Presentation

Most importantly, Lady Benedette Ezeanya was a God fearing woman who took her Christian faith seriously. She believed so much in God and in prayers, and would usually be found in her room with her rosary, uttering prayers to God. She rarely missed the daily early morning Masses and she raised her children to love the Lord and to fear him, ensuring they attended prayers daily in the Block Rosary Crusade. The Lord Almighty showed her mercy and gave her the opportunity to reaffirm the Lordship of Jesus over her life before she took a bow.

An astute leader; Lady Benedette Ezeanya belonged to, and led several Christian organizations in her communities both in Onitsha and Uke where she had the opportunity to mentor several young women. These include:

  • St. Anne Chigozie Women’s Group, St. Dominic’s Catholic Church Uke (Former President)
  • Catholic Women’s Organisation (C.W.O), Zone 3, Holy Spirit Parish, Onitsha (Former Vice President)
  • Ubulenu Girls Association (Matron)
  • C.W.O St Dominic’s Catholic Church Uke, Onitsha Branch (Assistant ChairLady)
  • C.W.O St. Michael The Archangel Community, Our Lady Queen of All Saints Catholic Church, Federal Housing Estate, Trans-Nkisi (Treasurer)
  • Faith Alive Sisters’ Prayer Group, Basilica of the Most Holy Trinity, Onitsha
  • C.W.O St. Stephen’s Catholic Church, Federal Housing Estate, Trans-Nkisi
  • Daughters of the Holy Spirit, Adoration Ministry, Federal Housing Estate, Trans-Nkisi Chapter
  • Nne Di Uso Women’s Club, Uke

…and several others.

Fondly called “Abe Ndi Uwa” by her grandmother, “Fashion Madam” or “Fashion Mazi o” by friends and family, “Mama Ifeyinwa” or “Lady B” by her husband; Lady Benedette Ezeanya would be fondly remembered for her simplicity, humility, down-to-earth, approachable and friendly personality.

She will be deeply missed by family and friends.

Thus would we pass from the earth and its toiling, Only remembered by what we have done.

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