MY MAMA LIKE NO OTHER ONE.

Mama was a strong motivational force in my life, her children were her life unconditional happiness, she vicariously thought her children the very best of life, and she is so lovely kind heart and brave.

Mama’s single weakness appears to be her all consuming love for her children; she was the most important person in my life.

All my past and present journey in life wouldn’t have been accomplished without having such a wonderful hard working mama, who knew every market day in our locals. Words can’t explain how caring she was during my childhood.

Though not educated, but she managed to learn how to read so she could read the bible in my vernacular. This helped her read bible and sing songs from the Igbo song book. Her sonorous early morning songs would always wake our neighbor to their delight. The singing voice I inherited from her. Watch the song I made for her.

I remembered one incident that happened during the civil war in my country. Our community was invaded by enemy soldiers. They were shooting ceaselessly; corpses were falling right and left. Pandemonium in the village and within an hour the entire community became a ghost.

However, mama’s boy who was in the village square playing football was left behind while the enemy soldiers were closing in. Guess what? Mama took the risk of her life in search of me, just to rescue her boy. I can still see her tears then when she grabbed and fixed me on her back and ran as fast as her legs could carry for miles away to safety. Oh! I would have been dead but for mama.

The day I asked her the meaning of my native name, and why it was give to me? Dad was is his station. It was farming season. Though she was carrying me in her womb yet she went to farm. She was assaulted by a senior uncle who claim the land was his. The name literarily means “who knows tomorrow”, and indeed no one knows tomorrow except the almighty God.

At old age when mama no longer allowed cooking her own food, yet she would make me my favorite vegetable soup whenever I visited her.

When it was time to marry she warned I shouldn’t bring an oyibo (white) lady to the house. Her reasons were that she will not be able to cook her boy’s favorites. From what she saw on television, she may not also be godly enough. That was her thinking then. Mama did her best to protect me from questionable influence.

Though mama has gone to the home beyond the skies, yet her legacy remains. Mama died a happy woman having seen her grand children from her three sons. Though I wished she stayed a little longer.

Keep resting in peace my mama of all mothers and my first love.

Watch the song I made for her. I tried using her kind of voice

The song was written by Nelly Uchendu (late)

The lyrics:

Nnem, Nnem, ezigbo Nnem
Nnem, Nnem ezigbo Nnem
Chukwu biko Nnam gozie
Nnem nyeya oga n’iru

**Literary meaning:

My mama, my mama
My beautiful mana
God please my father
Bless my mama
And give her prosperity

What it here:

IMAGE SOURCES:

1. https://ae01.alicdn.com

2. A copy of mama's old picture from my album.

SPECIAL THANKS FOR @surpassinggogle and @steemgigs for the opportunity.

To @surpassinggoogle I say "Accept my condolences for your mother's exit to glory land".

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