“INDELIBLE SCARS FROM MY MUM”

“INDELIBLE SCARS FROM MY MUM”

When I was yet in the making
Your umbilical sustained me
When the stormy earthly breeze made me first cry
Your breast shut me up
When my milky teeth emanated
Your scrumptious meal did they first caress
You wore my first cloths and did wash my first excrement too.

Can’t forget the roasted cocoa-yams I took in my little “babaring sack”
Beginning Sept. 5, 1994
And those edifying words of yours
“B, you will make me great”
When comrades used children’s achievements to make you seat like a song-less bird
Can’t overlook those illuminating words;
“B, never mind; God has a better plan for you”
When all I hoped and labored for shattered within an eye-blink

My dearest Ntapa’ah; Old woman; Mama; Mummy; Reme’eh,
Thanks for all those reproaches and for bringing me up in the Lord’s.
I owe you; you occupy the deepest and sweetest angle of my heart-and forever will do
Continue to be the good and lovely mother you are
Looking up to God in all
Then He will do as our heart desires.
HAPPY MOTHERS’ MAY MUMMY!

N. BERTRAND SHANCHO

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