THE TEARS OF MY MOTHER
by lOUISA OKORO
I LOST MY MUM ON 12TH MARCH, 2013 AND THIS IS MY STORY;
At age 6 or thereabout, I asked Iyemi
“Mama, why do you cry so much?”
“Because I am a woman and mother, she said”
I did not understand and looked every inch confused,
Iyemi shook her head and said, “ you cannot understand
And never will”. But as the years passed, I understood.
Later I asked my father, “why does Iyemi cry so much?’
My father answered “all women cry for no reason, including
You”. I was more confused.
When I grew older, I asked God, “why does my mother cry so much?’
“when I created your mother, she needed to be special,
I gave her shoulders strong enough to bear
the weight that the world will thrust on her, and
Shoulders soft enough to comfort and cushion the pain of as many
as those who allow her to be who I created her to be.
I gave her strength to give life, strength to endure rejection that often
Comes from Children and siblings.
I gave her strength to go on when the world gang up against her
Strength to stand the pain of watching those who are supposed to
be on her side align with the opposition.
I gave her strength to care for her family inspite of illness and fatigue,
Knees to pray for her loved ones even in the face of their open contempt
I gave her Sensitivity to love her family unconditionally
even when they hurt her deeply.
I gave her strength to endure her husband in all his faults, and to stay
At his side without weakening.
I gave her strength to be the fool when those around her play out
The wisdom of King Solomon.
Finally, I gave her enough tears to shed when abused by
those who are supposed to protect, comfort and sooth her
pains in her very old age.”
“My child” says the Lord, “The beauty of your mother is not in her looks or her hair.
Her beauty lies in her heart which is the window to her soul.
Her wealth is not in beautiful clothes and material possessions but
In her back bended from toiling, her hands cracked from scrubbing,
Washing and cleaning, her feet tired from walking these miles.
Her face wrinkled from pain and worries for
Her children and those she loved”
I hurt so much for the mother I watched for over 40yrs struggled with
The pain of rejection, hatred and open exhibition of animosity by her
own flesh and blood, yes I remember from way back.
I hurt for the mother who was so often ridiculed and blamed
For every wrong choices her tormentors make.
It is more often in her tears and pains more than in her smiles and joy
That Iyemi’s beauty is radiated.
At the end of her journey, God says,
“Well done my child, you have journeyed well , come home and rest”.