I loved wearing it; It was my favorite my market day wear my Sunday best Perhaps my daily pick. My memories; the good and bad were wrapped up in my tiered skirt. I called it Chaka Chaka; my Chaka Chaka after my favorite African song bird my Yvonne; Yvonne Chaka Chaka. I knew that I…… Continue reading Tiered Skirt
To be a mother Is to experience joy; At least for me It is loving; unconditionally It is putting others before myself It is saying an honest prayer; Desiring to be answered It is crying; Not just for me It is laughing from the heart; With moments I hope to keep It is a beautiful…… Continue reading A mother
Mama was laid in one; I remember like it was yesterday A lifeless “pose”of her shell Auntie, grandpa and grandma did too “They” left in that pine box; The box that claimed to be the “hero” carrying the “shells” once pampered Shells of my heroes Shells of my memories Shells that loved me Shells that…… Continue reading The pine box!
Today April the 29th six years ago I went under the knife for a liver resection to take out a 22 centimeter cancerous tumor along with 80% of my liver. That day even though my heart was at peace for myself, I was scared and hurting deep for my two babies that at that point…… Continue reading 6 years ago; cancer.
Today, I met a friend In you; the stranger next to me. We agree history has made us strangers; Enemies! but… Let’s try; let’s try to be friends, Let’s try… let’s try to agree on something; Something that will make history worth keeping. Let’s try… Walking at the same pace, Without trying to outrun one…… Continue reading Try…
I like to think of myself as Mama Bear. Perhaps that is an understatement too. I am extremely protective of our children. I know it’s easier said than done, but the mama bear in me strongly believes that I would take any kind of punch for these babies of mine. This week our little guy…… Continue reading Motherhood; thankful
You said I would never be anything, do you remember? You said my reflection from my small mirror was a million times better, do you remember? You screamed at me every time I tried to smile, do you remember? You dragged me by my dress, do you remember? You let him rip my heart right…… Continue reading Do you remember?
Papa says I look just like mama .. I am Mama’s image when friends see me.. Grandma says I remind her of mama.. Grandpa says my courage is just like mama’s.. Auntie thinks of me as her friend; just like she did with mama.. Uncle Musa sees mama in the way I talk.. Like mama,…… Continue reading Like mama..
You have got to see it, Yes, it’s been used well, My wooden comb! You would think it would be more graceful as I slid it through my thick hair, my tight curls, No!, It’s brutal and it hurts! Sometimes, for my own sake i have thought of giving up my wooden comb, but I…… Continue reading My wooden comb
Along with my three sisters I would wait anxiously to see yet another fluffy white dress my dad had bought me. I loved the white and the fluff plus a few flowers here and there every now and then. As I grew older (in my teen years) I dreaded wearing the fluffy dress but yet…… Continue reading Recollecting childhood memories of Christmas