I was already done with this post and I don’t know whether to put this in or not but my mind nor gree leave am out, I just have to start by thanking God so I am just going to write.
I just want to say thank You Lord.
I know not what almost happened this night:I went late at night to get recharge card(and I shouldn’t have done that), a car stopped for me on the road, and for the life of me, I know not why I stopped to talk(ordinarily I give them no face), but as we talked, I started getting dizzy, like I wanted to faint..
I just started speaking in tongues and said I had to go. The guy kept saying I should stay for one more minute…
Ah Jesus! Thank you Lord, For sensitivity of the spirit, for deliverance from whatever it was..
I will never go out at night again,be it to get credit or whatever. Na Law School my papa send me come Lagos for. Stories won’t be told on my head.
Thank you Jesus!
Original post starts now…
I wrote this for a magazine earlier. I just got my copy of the magazine yesterday and thought to share especially as today is mother’s day. Btw, it’s my first article for a magazine, I wasn’t paid sha but I was still all smiles when I saw it.Lol..
Believe it or not, what you will read below is stuff my mom actually does (as I’m sure almost all Naija mums do) and she probably won’t read this as she nor wan gree follow the technology age but my dad reads my blog and I’m sure he will show it to her (after he shouts at me for going out at night finish)…
Mummy, with or without all your scion-scion, I chose to honor you today like the Bible says and despite what I feel right now, I chose to love you with the love of Christ and from the depth of my heart, I speak on behalf of Daddy, Raymond, Jessica and Winifred, we wish you a happy mother’s day.
I pray for you… I truly pray for you ALWAYS.
Happy mother’s day to all mothers out there…
Do read, enjoy and share the article below.
She was up and about by 4am. I could hear her voice ringing in my head even before I opened my eyes.
“Wini wake up! Go and wash the plates, sweep the house, and dress up for school…Ehen, you are still there? Come on get up!!!”
I awoke again, this time around 7am as she was about to go to work and I could hear her voice fading away this time with “Jessi, drink tea this morning and make sure you cook beans for lunch”
I drifted off again…
And just in case you are wondering why I was drifting in and out of sleep, no, I am not pregnant, I am single with intentions to only birth my precious babies in marriage. I am only sleeping off the back-breaking-tres powerful effect of law school on the human mind.
I came into earth again at past two pm to the sound of her voice…
“Jessi, so you still haven’t cooked lunch? What have you been doing?
You didn’t pack the clothes?? So I will come back from work and still do your chores for you???”
She shook the house with her voice but ended up doing some of the chores herself.
I awoke from my slumber totally a while later to see her writing her lesson notes, co-coordinating the home and from time to time uttering prayers for her man and children both home and abroad…
And here’s the journey I went on while drifting in and out of sleep and having lots of time to think about her voice…
I remembered the fact that when we were kids, we dared not play on sand when she was around. (Who born you?)
I remembered the fact that we were always neatly dressed when her man came back from work.
I remembered that her man’s clothes were never left dirty.
I remembered the fact that there was always not even one grain of sand in her house (if we had 6visitors in a day, she’ll sweep the house6times after they left. She is that neat).
I remembered the sweet ogbono soup was always ready on time; she never let us go hungry (and till this day, my elder brother still reminisces about her ogbono soup).
I remembered that she always bought the best clothes, shoes and toys from Onitsha market for us.
I remembered that her clothes have always been neatly folded for as long as I can recall.
I remembered that she ran a business (sold pure water, ice block and soda, for a while) while juggling the 5 of us and she had not even one house girl through it all, she juggled it all herself and always seemed to be on top of her game…
My eyes were opened to the fact that the owner of that voice was strength personified.
She was just like voltron.
Only true strength could birth five children, run a home, take care of a man and add a job to the muddle.
I pondered on the fact that the exact scene I had witnessed while drifting in and out of Law School induced sleep, I had also seen in the homes of most of my friends, their mums were also like voltron…
There is something about a black-Nigerian mother.
They set their faces in flint time and time again as they carried life within them and pushed through the pain to bring forth the life within.
They possessed a resolute spirit to groom five or more kids to shine forth light in the world.
They possessed an inexplicable grace to pray their men to greater heights.
They had the unusual grace to shout for hours on end at their kids and at the same time love them like crazy.
They would always be indwelled with the ability to scold and love their children at the same time.
They possessed the wherewithal to keep their man loved up and happy, cater for their kids, homes and career at the same time…
They were like voltron defending their universe from evil!
They had strength the world cannot help but be drawn into;
In a resolute spirit…
In the loving arms they offer…
In words of chastisement they dole out irrespective of how much they love you…
They possessed strength in the flat breasts that had more often than not fed 3 or more mouths in its hay day.
The Black-Nigerian woman is an epitome of strength. Through the ages and through whatever changes may arise, their beauty in strength will never fade.
And when I drifted out of my reveries again, I heard her voice at 8pm
“Jessi, young girls don’t do this, I am training you for your future home/man. You are a girl, elegant, filled with grace. You cannot behave like this…..”
I wasn’t irritated at her voice this time; I didn’t complain that she was disturbing my sleep like I usually do…
I marveled at the kind of strength it took for her to shout and teach and lead and guide from the minute she awoke till she slept.
I was struck with admiration for the kind of strength she possessed to live with and guide 5 serious handfuls of kids and adults from the minute she birthed us to the minute she would take her last breath…
She is an African-Nigerian woman.
She is beauty in strength personified.
She is the beauty all mothers should possess within.
She is who I want to become.