“Declutter : To remove clutter from, to tidy.” I have and still have a habit of giving away things. My mother can testify from way back that some of all those things she kept hidden away, for no specific purpose risked being given away anytime I was around. I obviously never got used to the […]
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What Kind of Mother Will Your Children Remember? Many years ago, I was left speechless as I listened to a young woman share with us (her friends) stories about her mother. She broke down in tears as she recalled the injustice and untold hatred she had suffered at her mother’s hands. In her words, ‘I
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Her name came to heart and I decided that day to put a call across to her. She sounded a bit tired and heaved deep breaths while pausing between words as she replied my words. I guessed the pregnancy must have taken a toll on her and I quickly encouraged her to hang in there,
What if I never got to feel the excitement that comes with missing ‘Little Miss Red’. What if I never got to see that ‘double pink line’ that always seems to elude the pregnancy stick, especially when trying for a baby. What if I never got to feel those tiny flutters in my womb as
Nothing can be more heart wrenching for a mother than this….. To watch her child draw his/her last breath. This was her breaking point. She witnessed firsthand how he was betrayed by one of his own. She watched in pain as he was despised and a criminal chosen in his place. She watched as many
” Do not worry Oga, you can say all you want now, but one thing I know is that there is hope for a tree that is cut down. Even though it may take time, it will surely grow again. ” Those words were spoken by my mother many years ago. She came home that
She sits through seasons in her life, watching as she evolves with the complexities that comes with the dawning of a new day. She has walked through seasons of despair and hopelessness, but still she stands and works to make a difference with her life. Who am I? She asks, as she seeks to answer
‘You will give birth like the Hebrew woman. You will push your baby yourself. You will have a normal delivery’, the middle-aged woman prayed as shouts of ‘Amen’ filled the atmosphere. It was the usual weekly ante-natal clinic. Many women showed up with different stomach sizes. Some carried their bumps with grace, some struggled through
I wrote this post some days ago in honour of the girl child….. “Aunty, I will like to go back to school one day”. These were the words of a young teenage girl I met many years ago. She sold recharge cards around the stadium in town, while I was in the University. And then
I stood alongside a woman a few weeks ago in the market. She was tall, bubbly and looked like she was in her 40’s. She had a friendly look and also many words to speak, but something in the words she spoke made me turn my entire focus on her. How does a young married
