By Heaven Kalu, National Correspondent AST.
Mother’s day is a significant day of celebration of all mothers all around the world now here is a fictional story of a my by a young writer called Heavenscribbles.
…I still recollect those days I was springing up from a child into a young teenager. When all I had to do was to play my life out with other street kids like me in sand filled areas but football game especially and invariably skipping meals which actually saves cost for the house as per last born wahala, when living seemed harder to us than just existing, when all you ever have and can ever rely on was just the nation you came from which is your family. Life wasn’t so friendly in all of our faces coupled with the fact that raising six children as a single parent can be hell on earth.
Dearth was always in the neighborhood going by the environment we found ourselves at that time of our humbled lives. Everything usually seemed the same in such hoods because people reasoned almost alike in such a dysfunctional way but we’ve always had a correction fluid (nice cane) sitting at home waiting to see the new character we may had picked up on our way to school or at home whilst playing with other kids. That was my mum’s undisputed tool then.
Mum is a very hardworking woman and a wonderful cook that can stir up any man’s appetite with the aroma that emanates from her pot of stew, irrespective of whether it is chicken and other assorted bound or not, I really can’t tell the myth behind her cooking with little or no recipe but always turning out into a sumptuous and amazing meal to dine. Mum has always put our needs before her personal wants even when it seems like the end result would be denting her image amongst other women either in the compound or at church but she never cared about all that because she believed our well-being was her well-being and our happiness, her happiness even if it all stood on the toes of against all odds.
Occasionally, I have wondered so many times and I am still in wonder just because I haven’t been able to get out of the hangover of why didn’t God create the woman first? Do you have the answer to that or can you give a clue to that genesis of creation of mortals? Well, in my own opinionated imaginative thoughts, I have tried overtime to correlate the saying “save the best for the last” with the creation of the first woman (Eve). I honestly can’t tell if what I just pointed out makes a sense to you reading this or you’d prolly just assume I’m being feministic.
Undoubtedly, we all have mum’s and they’re certainly not of the same birds… I mean not the same spec, I mean different ways of life and character disposition but truth be told sincerely, a mother is a mother irrespective of age, class and status. A mother is a unique being specially, wonderfully and fearfully created like my mum. She made me believe that God had saved the best for her creation after man and that’s why till date nobody can ever take the place of a mother in any man’s life. You will agree with me that everything in life has its own advantage and disadvantage so does marriages but I am not saying that being a single parent pays off no! it outrightly does not in any way because my mum was neither divorced or separated. Dad had passed on in the early days of my infantry and all I grew up to know and respect was my mum.
At such a time as this, when every mother is being celebrated all around the world, I deem it fit to pen down some crumbs of my growing up and how my mum’s single parenting had helped me over the years to see crystal clear who she is and her stance in all of our growing up. Her love to us is indescribable and can’t be understood because it amazes me still how a woman falls in love totally with her child immediately after birth. My mother’s qualification is after the word “Best” because she’s far above the best and the most priceless jewels in the whole world today. I just remembered what my friends during my university days usually say when a guy is mending his heart of jilt from a relationship that “our mum’s are the only women that can never break our hearts like this other girls on campus” as funny as it sounds, its obviously the truest that there’s a limit to what our mum can do to us.
I don’t know about you reading this article and I can’t tell if the article appeals to the point I am pushing to establish before your very eyes that my mum is an exceptional being that can never be replaced even in death. All I have ever had or owned is nothing compared to having a mother like my mine. Apparently, she’s all I’ve got! Even in the midst of all I have achieved in life, my mum still remains everything I’ve got in life and nothing can ever change this fundamental truth.