I AM THAT MAMA!

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I am that mama,,

Who lives daily by the blows and kicks of her gruesome man,
Who later showers her with gifts, flowers and designer clothing after nursing that black eye and swollen lips,
Who in the morning wears heavy make up to conceal the red marks drawn on her cheeks by the heavy slaps she received,
Who struggles to place a smile on her face trying to hide the pain in her cheeks, her face and her eyes, because she didn’t get much sleep from the battles of the night,
Who wonders when will it ever end, When will she finally decide to pack and leave and save her dear life,,,,,,

I am that Mama,

Who wakes up at the crack of dawn,
Who has to prepare mandazis, not for her family’s breakfast but for the early morning sale at the market,
Who then goes back home to prepare her young ones for school,
Who feeds them the left over mandazis from the morning sale and the hurriedly made sugarless black tea,
Who then carries the baby on her back as she walks the other two young children to school,
Who at times has to leave them running the rest of the journey because the rains have started and she has to seek shelter so that the young baby doesn’t get rained on,
Who wonders where her husband is, because the last time he set foot home was two months ago,
Who wonders what kind of life is this? When will it ever get better?

I am that mama,

Who leaves the house by the crack of dawn to attend to office matters,
Who carries a very big tittle with her as the CEO of a multimillion company,
Who has to brush shoulders with the male ego everyday wondering whether she deserves to hold that position,
Who leads her organisation with passion and zeal putting in her all to ensure the company succeeds,
Who then comes back home late into the night when the children are deep asleep and can only afford to kiss their foreheads wishing them sweet dreams promising herself that she’ll get home early the next day to tuck them in,
Who only spends time with her children during the weekends because that’s the only time she has to be with them,
Who secretly watches the help with envy relating better with her children and she wonders whether she’s doing enough to be their best mother,,

I am that mama,

Who her only role is to take care of the house hold,
Who has to cook, clean, feed, everyday, from morning to evening,
Who might have chosen to step down from her career to raise her kids as she thought that was the best thing for them,
Who wonders what life will become of her once the kids grow and no longer depend on her,
Who wonders if there will be a life for her after they are all gone and she has to pick up from where she left,
Who wonders if she did the right thing choosing to be the stay at home mum,
Who wonders whether the world would accept her if she decides to find her passion twenty years later, she wonders,,

I am that mama,

Whose be loving husband passed on,
Who has now been labelled as the widow that has to take care of herself and her children single handedly,
Who wants to fight for her children’s future despite her looming in-laws hovering over her late husband’s properties, milking it to the last coin,
Who wonders if she is strong enough to face life alone without her late partner,
Who now has to play the role of both mother and father and wonders if she’s up to the task,

I am that mama,

Who has been in a childless marriage for years,
Who the society has shunned and named as barren even without knowing the numerous tests she’s been through inorder to get pregnant,
Who asks God to bless her with just one child even if it’s a special one to just get the warmth of an embrace from her own child, just for them to call her mama,
Who cries herself to sleep many nights as she listens to the neighbors kids wailing in the middle of the night wondering why those wails are not coming from her own house,

I am that mama,

Who travelled overseas to further her education, Who secretly wishes she had the chance to have her young kids accompany her,

Who gazes at the calendar marking each and every single day awaiting in anticipation of the day she will graduate, go back home and hug her children once again,

Who now talks to her children on Skype and whatsapp instead of face to face goofiness because that is the only way they can communicate and she can be assured that they are doing okay,

Who asks herself from time to whether her choice of studying vs staying back home to raise her kids was actually worth it,

I am that mama,

Who went to work far far away in the gulf, who now has to take care of other children, other families instead of her own, Who as she does that wonders if her own children are well taken care of,

Who the last time had an embrace from her child was twenty months ago at the airport when they bid each other goodbye, Who only sniffles at the sweater of her youngest child that she managed to sneak in with her belongings because that’s the only way she can feel close to her,

Who has to wait for that one day in the week that she gets to make that hurriedly ten minutes phone call back to her kin because that is what the employer could agree to,

Who dreams of what her children have grown into because she has not been around to see that for herself, Who continues to work even harder with the hope that, that sacrifice was worth the while,

I am that mama,

Who beneath every life’s tortures and pains, still chooses to smile, still chooses to believe that she is beautiful and special and deserving of love from herself and those around her,

And because I am that mama,

Happy Mother’s Day Mama❤️

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To all the mamas in the world we love you, cheers to you.. 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🍾🍾🍾🍾🍾🥂🥂🥂🥂🥂🥂💖💖💖💖💖