This post is about my great grandmother ( NaBinta), even though I do not remember too much about her because I was quite young. The little that I remember about her and how much she loved me, were some of the most special moments in my life. She was a person that cared about everyone, as if they were one of  her 12-15 children. My favorite and best memory that I remember of her, was this one time when my grandmother made her soup with really tiny fish that my great grandmother liked. My grandmother left the soup in a corner of a room while my great grandmother was praying. I knew that she would finish praying really soon, but the soup was smelling too good. Once the room was cleared, I quickly ran there and opened the soup bowl, grabbed the tiny little hot fish by the tail and threw it into my mouth. The fish was supper small and delicious, but poor little me did not know how many tiny bones the fish had. I was choking badly on the bones, but I couldn’t scream or else my grandmother would’ve found out and beat me. So I quickly ran to my great grandmother in serious tears while she was in the middle of her prayer, she cut her prayer just to give me the attention I needed. She asked me “what is wrong,” but I could not answer because I was choking seriously. But I think she knew what was wrong once she smelled my breath of fish. She quickly put her index finger in my throat and began pulling out the fish bone. After she pulled out the bone, nothing has ever felt better. I jumped on her in tears of embarrassment, but I could not apologize. My great grandmother was the best person I have ever known. We did not get to spend a lot of time together because of our move to Nigeria and I was very small She died in her late nineties in 2009, while I was nine years old. I cried very hard, and still in shock that she died because of how important she was to me and how much I loved her and cared about her. #LoveNaBinta

Citation: Manjang, M. Phone Notebook, November 3, 2013. Picture. October 23, 2015