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Like the he-goat said, that he is grateful to heavens for his relationship with his mother has doubled; that she's both his mother and his wife! So is my relationship with this special damsel. But unlike the he-goat, I say mine with deep-rooted nostalgia. Maureen had become one of my  students five years ago when she came into the university. She was drawn to me because of her stunning intelligence. She was the best. Soon, things turned more rosy and platonic. She became an indispensable friend and confidant. Now, she recently turned my counsellor. She called the other and asked me: 'Obinna, I hope you've got someone?' I mumbled and told her no. And she returned, 'why? I know you're shy. You've always been. You find it difficult to speak to girls about such matters, but I have told you it's better you do it now. Obinna, you're the dream of every girl. If you fail now, you may find it difficult to choose a wife from the pool of ladies who will be surging for your wealth soon. But don't worry, let me just finish this service.' Imagine! She makes me feel like James Bond.
And I'm here to celebrate this Queen of excellence. She has consistently been a leader all through the stages of her life that this platform cannot permit me to exhaust. A friend like no other.
Maureen, you're among the few who've shaped my life positively. So, I belaud you today from this distance for the successful completion of your NYSC programme where you still shone brighter than the sun. I'm always grateful for your friendship, especially for how you cared for me, led me to the Church and to Our Lady of Perpetual Succour. Congratulations to you, dear. May you continue to lead in God's love and grace, and may His goodness dwell with you always, Amen!
Bravo, dear Mama!

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