By Mazino Appeal
Sweet Mother, I no go forget you… for the suffer wey you suffer for me.
Ah, those words bring a tingly feeling each time I say them out loud. This is true, for my mother has always been a pillar to rely on.
I cannot enumerate the many times she has come through for me. But she has always been there; as sure as the sun rises every tomorrow; as sure as the cock crow’s every morning; as sure as the thunder after the lightening and as sure as rain will fall in June. And for us, my lovely wife and I, our RAIN did come, and it came one October; A daughter, face as oval as my mother’s, skin as fair as hers.
The true first fruit of my loins, my mother incarnate, hair as curly too and smile as welcoming. To see her that first time as she was brought out from the theatre, Ah, I looked down at my baby and my mother’s face looked/Screeched back at mine. I melted. A million emotions pulled me in as many directions. What was this new life of parenthood I was about to enter? But mothers will always come through. My mother was there by our side, then and for the next seven weeks. Showing my wife and I the ropes of motherhood and fatherhood (yes, my mom taught me that too!), putting us through, one step at a time. Whenever Rain was sick, even by the slightest, who did we call first? My Mom. Her words always are; “Relax, she will be fine.” Mama, o le ku, lailai!