Rest On, my Untalented-Mama; No love like a Mama's love!
Motherhood is joy and sadness mixed together, the days of birth and pain, the days of going hungry for your child and the days of mother and child brawl. The days of achievement and the days of fun, sadness could never go on uninterrupted in the life of an individual; there are certainly moments of joy.
Though this Joys may not last long, the little moments shared with a mother last longer in memory, never fading or waning. Such moments is when i took my first steps, the day i first called "Mama", the day i begin school, my first grades and exams scores, going to high school and that moments mama knows i could take care of myself at least to some extent. This memories i doubt the dead could recount, but for the living; it's ever fresh.
My Dreadlocks
I was born naturally with a dreadlocks called "Dada" in my culture, i have tried to do my research whether i am a descendant of Samson in the Bible, but i got no clue. Though i am strong but not a ladies man like Samson, and i have no idea Samson rip his Dreadlocks off whenever he got angry. My mom keeps each of my ripped Dreads in a Diary for me and i could remember showing me anything she is doing spring cleaning of our house. All that went with loads of my moms belongings after her burial.
Boarding House
At some point in my early teen, my mom decided to send my immediate brother and myself to a Boarding school not so far away, where she comes visiting us every fortnights. She wanted to make us tough and at the same time make us independent in both decision making and moral, but as to every advantages there is a disadvantage. Little did she know she sent us to a mini prison where feeding was bad like a maximum prison and bullying by senior and older students was seen as part of life training. Everyday of constant beating and bullying turned me and my immediate elder brother to "Hogs", we could take all the beatings of this World without flinching an inch.
Back Home
On holidays, mama is always super happy to see us back home because we help consume all her wasting food supply and do all the house chores. One thing she later realized was the Stubbornness beneath our gentleness, for each time we start siblings brawl; we don't stop any fight till blood starts flowing. On couple of occasions, our neighbors had to settle i and my brothers fight. When mama gets back from work, she tries to whip her boys asses but then she realize we are used to been beaten and then she starts to cry!
Mama's tears
Nothing pains me most in this world than to see her cry, her tears says a million and you could tell she is still mourning her late husband in every tear drops. This was her weapon against his boys, the brother bears; because any time mama cries, the boys cries with her and become so helpless. She realized this later on and she used it constantly against us each time we starts our "siblings combat". The tears of a mother is deeper than anything thing i have grown up to know, it is the cry of the angels because mama was an angel even till her dying breath. My aunt, my surrogate mother shares the same trait with her elder sister my mom, each time i call her on the phone she remembers her Sister my mother and shed tears of pains for my mama never eat the fruits of her labors.
For Terry's Mom
This is hard for me to share some of my sadness in the Untalented way, but as i shed my secret tears and tell my stories to the Blockchain i need you to find strength and inner peace to believe that your momma is gonna be alright. You have been too good to us all and this is not the payback meant for good people, you deserve all the happiness in this universe and i never want to see you in my state where sadness and mourning have turned to anger that is consuming me day in day out.
You are not meant for the motherless league like me likewise the fatherless one too like mine, i don't know much about your father but from my standpoint i don't want you in this league of orphanhood. It is a sad lonely life where siblings try to be Dad and Mom for themselves which most times doesn't fit.
This is for all the Women in the World for the sake of Terry's Mom, you will never know the Horror of loosing a child and you will never go before your time!
