I woke up this morning with the saddening news of my mother's death, she's been very sick since 2015, and she's been battling partial stroke. She was very hypertensive and she's been this way since 2014 the year I lost my dad and it was obvious that the pain never left her. She was a hard one, always finding it difficult to take meditations. Due to her hypersensitive natural she was placed on medication.
She never took her medication and she never adhered to the doctor's words. Due to this I had a very feisty relationship with her. It was like she was knowingly putting her life on the line and I was wary she might die one day due to this. Our relationship was further strained and due to this she left Lagos Nigeria, for the East and cut all forms of ties. I was sending money through a third party to make sure went to the hospital and fed well. She was fine then till some days again when her health deteriorated and unfortunately she's died. I was once told 
This is happening when I finished a house for her and rented a place to start up my life while the bear market is in full session, this literally translates to how penniless I am. This was the week I was planning to go to the hospital because of my over two months long illness, but now, I'm I deeper waters and literally scared for my life.
The south east is currently a red zone for young people due to the agitation for Biafra coupled with the pain of losing her, being the first born and being sick. I'm currently devasted.
It's literally the worst period of my life since 2014 , which was that same year my dad died. I'm on my way to do the burial arrangements with her family.