Celebrating Mum at 70

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Today I’m not writing a poem, but I’m excited to say-
I celebrate my mum who turned 70yrs this month. Having lost my dad at an early age, she became a single mum and raised us (me and my siblings) to the best of her ability. I want celebrate her humility, her soft spoken nature, her godliness, her prayerfulness, her loveliness, perseverance, etc. As a parent, she mastered the art of been stern and sweet over the years.

Today I celebrate all the mums and dads doing an amazing job for their families, working round the clock trying to secure a future for their family.

Today, I celebrate all the single mums and single dads who are just alone in it all, trying to work out and balance everything all by themselves.

Today I celebrate parenthood, brotherhood, sisterhood.

Today I celebrate family.

Happy 70th Birthday My Dear Mother.

Below are two poems I’ve previously written in honour of my Mum.

My Dearest Mother
How Much Is Your Mother?

The Big Wheel

Riding high up in the sky
Watching “little” people strolling by
In tad acrophobia
We watched in silent awe
Inside the Manchester Big Wheel
What a nervy ride!

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This is me, feeling cool.😊😎

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Looking down into Market Street, with Santander on the left and then Halifax and Debenhams on the right. The structure in the middle is a tram stop.

During summer in 2013, my husband and I with our then 4yr old son went for a ride on the Manchester Big Wheel in Piccadilly Gardens. It was really fun as that was my first time so high up. I manned up courage during the ride but realised I didn’t need it- I wasn’t scared. It was lovely looking down into Piccadilly Gardens/Market street from a different view. My son loved the ride as well and was not scared at all, as for my husband that was a different story altogether.

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In 2014, we went to Blackpool Pier and went on the Big Wheel. I felt very confident with myself as asual but…Oh boy!!! That was way high, higher than the one in Manchester (I think), and I was very scared! I wasn’t screaming but I wasn’t taking pictures. And when I’m not taking pictures, then something is wrong. You can imagine my relief when my two feet touched the ground. We truly had a wonderful family in Blackpool, but I don’t think I would be willing to go on their Big Wheel again.

Daily Prompt: Wheel

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Lighting The Candle of Hope

He cleared some old papers
From his desk
A blue paper fell off
He picked it, and opened it;
It was a drawing
One of his daughter’s drawings
Tears welled up his eyes
As he held the paper
Close to his chest
Lips trembling, heart aching
Heart yearning

“I’m not ready
To say my final goodbye
Because
I’m still waiting
For you
To open that door
And say
Daddy, I’m home”

He knew he would
Run ten thousand miles
Walk to the ends of the earth
Do everything, anything possible
If that would bring
Daddy’s little girl
Home
Alive and well

The worst nightmare for any family is to lose a child through kidnapping. It’s a nightmare worse than death no one would wish for their worst enemy. The uncertainty, the regrets, the should haves and would haves; such a burden is too heavy for anyone to bear.

I’m lighting this candle of hope, praying for families like the family of Madeleine Mccann who turned 14yrs yesterday the May 12th. Join me and say a quiet prayer that the good and merciful Lord will bring their lost children home safely. Amen.

May the dreams, desires and hopes of these families in pain be a reality, may it be achieved; for every dream we desire and aspire for can be achieved, Amen.

Daily Prompt: Final

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How Much Is Your Mother?

I belong to one of many whatsapp forums. This morning someone asked a question- Will u slap ur mum for 100,000 U.S dollars?..why and why not?? This is what me and my friend wrote concerning it-

The very thought of her-
Her wrinkly smile and worn out brow,
The now sparse silver strands once called hair,
The sagged skin, pale and withered,
The frail hands that once cradled me,
The croaked voice that once sang sweet lullabies to me…
All assemble to form the most pricelessly absorbing orchestra my ears could ever hear.
She’s an invaluable rare gem, her worth is far above rubies.
A mother in Israel, my own mother. An elder and authority before man and God deserving my utmost respect and unflinching loyalty.

How dare I to lift my hands and strike the one that laboured in pain many days just to give birth to me? How will I answer to God concerning such atrocity? How dare I? For money? What money?

What’s her life worth? A million times higher than the peanuts on offer. An exceedingly insulting and preposterous proposal I should say. And the same answer goes for my late dad too.

It’s very troubling and disconcerting that in our present times, people betray and kill their family for material gain and social status. As the scriptures rightly said, “For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs.” (1 Timothy 6:10)

I’d rather be poor with my mother than be rich and hurt her sweet soul; for nothing can measure the price of one’s mother, father, sister, brother, husband, wife, son, daughter, grandpa, grandma, etc. Nothing can measure the price of one’s family. Nothing whatsoever.

What’s your take on this? What do you think?

Daily Prompt: None

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The Control Key (ctrl +)

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Some days I feel very brave and confident with myself.
Some days I feel like I can tackle life without anybody’s help.
Some days I feel like I don’t need You, Lord.

But,
I end up with errors, mistakes, mishaps.
I end up stepping on toes and hurting those I care for.
I end up confused; pondering and wondering what went wrong.

I fail to realise that I cannot do it all by myself.
I fail to realise that like the control key on a keyboard that needs a C, V, or X to complete the functions of copy, paste or cut;
I need people to fulfil my purpose on earth, and
I need You Lord to live the life I was called to live.

I’m not an island, no man is.
We all need each other to reach our goals.
We all need our different communities to execute and implement our specific life functions and assignments.

No wonder You have Your family too-
The Trinity- The Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit
No wonder You “set the solitary in families”.**

Because we need each other, and
Because we need You.

“In computing, a Control key is a modifier key which, when pressed in conjunction with another key, performs a special operation (for example, Ctrl + C ); similar to the Shift key, the Control key rarely performs any function when pressed by itself.“- Wikipedia

**Psalms 68:6

Daily Prompt: Control

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My Name is My Root

Warning: This video contains graphic images which some viewers might find very distressing.

“I’m Kunta Kinte the son of Omorro” replied Kunta Kinte.
THWACK!!! Wallace flogged Kunta with a whip which had piercing iron-hooks at the tip.
“Your name is Toby, now tell me your name!!!” demanded Wallace.
“I’m Kunta Kinte”.
“That’s not your name!!!”
THWACK!!!! Another whipping!
“Toby is your name. Now what is your name?” demanded Wallace
“Kunta Kinte” Kunta replied again in defiance.
THWACK!!!….

Everyone from the plantation gathered around and watched with somber faces. Fiddler whispered to Kunta, eagerly urging him, “Say it boy, just say it, say it…”

“Toby is your name. Now what is your name?” demanded Wallace,
“Kunta Kinte”
THWACK!!!….
Say it!!!!
THWACK!!!!
Say it!!!!
THWACK!!!!!
The floggings, the screamings, the defiance and the demands continued until… the bruised, battered and exhausted Kunta Kinte said, “Toby”.

Fiddler ran to Wallace as he entreated, “He said it, Massa Wallace he said it”.
“Say it again, say it louder!!” demanded Wallace,
“Toby” Kunta Kinte painfully and faintly said.
Then the flogging stopped.

Fiddler untied him and cradled his hurting bruised body as he told him, “It doesn’t matter what massa call you. You keep your true name inside…” (Culled from the series Roots 2017– an epic and award winning movie on slavery).

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Why did the young man Kunta Kinte choose to suffer pain and affliction rather than change his name?
Throughout the series, one thing was clear- he tenaciously held on to his name and passed it on to his children.
What’s in a name? What’s in your name? What’s in my name?

My name is my identity.
Your name is who you are.
My name tells a story.
Your name tells me your journey.
My name shows you my family.
Your name shows me your roots.
My name is my root.
Your name is your root.

It doesn’t matter what people call you- dumb, good for nothing, stupid, hopeless, failure, a mistake, etc. You know who you are. A success, an achiever, beautiful, the best there is, a blessing. That’s who you are. Be that person you call yourself and walk in it.

Daily Prompt: Roots

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Nature Abhors a Vacuum

Nature abhors a vacuum.
-If we don’t stand up for something, we will fall for anything.
-If we don’t make effort to teach our children, someone else will teach them.
-If we don’t make out time for our families, someone or something else will make time for them.
-If we don’t fill our life with the appropriate things, inappropriate things will seep into it and take over them.
-If we don’t fill our time with something useful, something else will fill it up.
-If we don’t make extra effort to fulfill our dreams and destinies, we will settle for less.
Nature abhors a vacuum.

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My Dearest Mother

Dearest mum,

You are my dearest mother
You raised me up with love
You sacrificed your best for me
I was young, careless and stubborn
You loved me all the same
I threw tantrums and shed crocodile tears
You were patient because you understood
Of course you scolded, you warned, you punished
Not because you didn’t care or for the thrill of it
But because your love for me flowed through your veins
You were my cook, my hairdresser, my teacher
My nurse, my nanny, my friend, my captain,… my world
You are my dearest mother

The untimely death of our dad, your husband
Hit our little family below the belt
We were in shock, in tears, in pain and utterly shattered
But, like an indomitable and courageous lioness
You rose up, wiped our tears and took charge of the den
Though you cried, you made sure we laughed
Though you missed him, you were always there for us
Though you had doubts, you made sure we faced life without fear
When we were nervous, your hugs were our calming medicine
Through thick and thin, through tears and laughter
Through times of plenty and times of lack
You carried on, you never gave up nor gave in
Single-handedly you raised four amazing children
From pupils and students to degree holders
From spinsters and bachelors to mothers and fathers
You are my dearest mother

Now, I look after and cater for my children,
I realise my unquestionable and profound love for them
In hindsight I also realise
You loved us absolutely, without a shadow of doubt
Through the years I have realised that
You can replace your home, your pet, your car
You can replace your furniture, your job, money
But,
You cannot replace your mother
I cannot replace you
I don’t want to replace you, because
You are my dearest mother

To all wonderful women out there, this is a toast from one grateful woman to you all, you are doing great. Cheers!!!
Happy International Women’s Day!

Daily Prompt: Nervous

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My Name is Fazia

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I am a Syrian child,
I am a casualty of war,
My name is Fazia.

You go to school and sing nursery rhymes,
I hide in corners at the sound of bomb shells;
You hug your siblings and say “good night”,
I hurdle with my sister on a mat in utter terror;
You go to sleep with a story read to you,
I go to bed praying it wouldn’t be my last night;
You stroll into town waving at trams,
I run on lonely paths away from fighter jets;
You decorate your house with pictures and flowers,
My house decorations are shrapnels and bullets holes;
You walk on paved streets, with street lights shining,
I walk on streets littered with dead bodies, sometimes in the dark;
Your world is surrounded by beautiful houses,
Mine is surrounded by ravaged and collapsed buildings;
You are surrounded by your mama, papa, and family,
I only have my grandma, my parents died from airstrikes;
You eat breakfast, snacks, lunch, snacks, dinner, supper,
Well, I eat when I find food, if I find food;
Your best friends are Sally, Tom and Tim,
My daily companions are hunger, fear, poverty and pain
You buried your loved one and it makes you sad
I’ve buried my friends and families, it hurts everyday;
You cry sometimes, throw tantrums and act silly
I cry all the time, I hurt all the time, I’m getting tired of life;
I didn’t chose my family, I didn’t choose my home,
If I had a choice…, I wish I had a choice…,
I know, I just want to have a normal childhood.

I am a Syrian child,
I am a casualty of war.
My name is Fazia and it means successful.
What an irony!

Daily Prompt: Successful, Devastation

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Letter To My Best Friend

Dear Grace .O.,

We were like two peas in a pod
We liked the same things, we were inseparable
We laughed and joked together a lot
We had little fights but made up quickly
So many sleep overs in each other’s house
We talked or rather you talked a lot
I listened, laughed and talked less
No wonder I became a writer,
We knew a lot about each other
No privacy, no secrets, no grudges
Your family became my family, and mine yours
In the same law class, we studied together
In the same course, we graduated together
In the same fellowship, we prayed together
In the same leadership group, we led together
In the same age group, we had a lot in common
Both tall, both fair, both beautiful, both intelligent
You had a good sense of humour, I had a good listening ear
Our friendship was lovely, fun, sacrificial and generous
But,
University days ended, law school ended,
We got married, had family and distance prevailed
Several hours on the phone is incomparable
To sitting in our rooms and chatting into the midnight
We travelled, we gossiped, we compared and had boy crushes
How I miss those days of youthful freedom and exuberance
My friendship with you was one of my best moments in school.

Yours affectionately,
Obioma. I.

Daily Prompt: Privacy

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Reminiscing About My Childhood

Out and about with play mates and friends
Cooking food with sand and empty can containers,
Role play games, hide and seek, racing and beauty contests;
With my siblings and my mum
Gathered around on the table having family funtime
While playing scrabble, ludo, monopoly
Or the card game we called “What”;
Running down the street amidst heavy downpours
Splashing, chasing, laughing while drenched;
Trips and falls, injuries and tears, empty threats and sulkings;
Boy crushes, girl fans, friendships and loyalty fights
Reconciliations amidst reluctance to apologise;
Invitations to birthdays, christenings and weddings
In smart outfits of pink lacy dresses;
Jolly adventurous trips with my playmates
Chatting, giggling, running and playing pranks
Hoping to be back home before sundown;
Cousins, aunties, uncles, friends, sleep-overs
Eavesdropping to embellished grown-up gossips;
Splashes of gifts and toys from my dad;
Dressing up in my mum’s clothes, shoes and makeup
Eager to be a grownup and “just have fun”;
Sibling fights and cuddles, school days and holidays
Eating my meal and gulping down drinks in a jiffy
In order to watch the next episode of movies and soaps-
Knight Rider, Wonder Woman, Superman, Star Wars, Danger Mouse,
The Rich Also Cry, Lady of the Rose, Cock Crows at Dawn, etc;
Sitted and hurdled around “I-know-it-all” grownups
As they shared spicy exaggerated folktales with rhyming chants
About the clever tortoise and the ever greedy lion;

The list goes on and on and on, memories of my childhood is sweet, and very endearing…

But one there is one thing I don’t miss about my childhood-
Being told to stop watching the television and go bed
Because the next day was school!

Nevertheless, I wouldn’t trade all these memories for anything less and I do hope I give my children something sweeter and better.💝💝

Daily Prompt: Invitation

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My Beautiful One

Wonderful, adorable, my precious wife,
God blessed my life the day I met you,
Excelling and the best, my leading lady,
Virtuous and noble; pure with a sweet heart,
Everything about you is beautiful.

You are beautiful
You are gorgeous
My best friend
My Wonder Woman
You are beautiful
You are gorgeous
My sweet wife
My soulmate
Everything about you is beautiful

As I renew my vows to you today before everyone,
I pledge my commitment and faithfulness once again,
It’s been 10 years with you my rare gem,
Forever, till death part us, it shall be,
Because, everything about you is beautiful.

Daily Prompt: Renewal

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Lulu and Levana in Dundee

 

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A beautiful courtyard beside a Catholic church building.

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My little friends – Lulu and Levana

My morning for the next couple of days will be, this beautiful courtyard sitting  beside a Catholic Church building, as we begin a short holiday in the little town of Dundee, Scotland.

Chatting with me are these twin scare crow sisters- Lulu and Levana, standing on a potted plant smiling cheerfully.

Today, the heavens are spitting down little drops of rain and the air is cool and soothing. Well, I hope to make the best out of the day… Madainn mhath! (Good morning!)

Weekly Photo Challenge: Morning

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A Sky for You

Sometimes when I come to work, one of the clients will tell me” I want a sky for you, a sky for you” and I’ll reply with a smile, “Thank you”. I came to work today, and he said it again, I smiled and thanked him as usual, and then, my thoughts went crazy hence this write-up.

I would want to own the sky, I mean if I do, that means I would have air rights all over the world. And so you know what that means? Every airplane, every aircraft, jetliner, helicopter, etc. would have to pay “air toll fees” to me to have access to the sky, WOW! I’ll be the richest person on earth and wouldn’t have to work again! Hahaha! Dream on dreamer, you’d say.

Anyway, my point is we may not have the sky we want, we may not have the fairytale life we planned for, we may not live in a castle like Downtown Abbey with lots of lady’s maids, butlers and footmen scurrying about like busy bees…

But we have life, we have air to breath, jobs to go to, families to laugh and fight with, friends to dance with, food to eat, beds to lay our weary heads, hands to write with, gadgets to connect with long lost friends and families, …

Rather than focus on the skies I don’t have, I’d rather focus on the floor I’m standing on. Take a minute, look around you and count your blessings, name them one by one and it will surprise you what you actually have and should be thankful to God for.

In response to the daily prompt: Sky

My Lifetime Journey…

He prayed. He sought.
He searched. I’m found.
He looked. I blushed.
He talked. I heard.
He asked. I agreed
His ring. I took.
We hugged. We talked.
We planned. We spent.
We found love. We told families.
We got married. We had babies.
We fought. We argued.
We reconciled. We kissed.
We laugh together.
We cry together.
We work together.
We eat together.
We play together.
We pray together.
Nine years together.
We still love each other.
God brought us together.
Lord, keep us together.

(A poem in honour of my 9th wedding anniversary today. Check here for my other blog posts.)

The Music of his love

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Mr. Grain the Teacher

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Grains. They teach us two valuable lessons about life.

1. The Power of Unity– one grain of sand or one grain of mustard seed cannot survive on its own, it will be lost forever, completely overwhelmed and overshadowed by the elements of space. But in unity with its brothers, it becomes a powerful tool in the hands of humans or even Mother Nature. Adding some salt to our foods makes our meals appealing and appetising to the palettes; also, who can imagine a beautiful wedding  cake without sugar. On the other hand, excess amounts of salt has been linked to heart diseases.
My Point: we can achieve great things when we work with one mind, one purpose and one vision, when we are united with one another. This reiterates the concept we see in the story of the people of the Tower of Babel (Genesis 11:1-9). If God didn’t  intervene, that project would have ranked as one of man’s best creation that changed the course of history. When we forget our differences, our personal opinions and dispositions, our overestimated egos; when we forgive others of their faults, weaknesses and idiosyncrasies knowing we are also prone to same, the sky would be no more the limit but the starting point to what we can imagine, create and achieve together.

2. Our Need For Each Other– a single grain is absolutely inconsequential and extremely infinitesimal but a sea of sand on the beach becomes a summer tan bed. A grain of rice will hardly pass for dinner neither will a grain of coffee make a soothing hot drink on a cold winter night.
My Point: we need support from one another to function and survive. We need the support of each other to fulfil our destiny, purpose and to live a fulfilled life. We are inter-linked with each other and most times we are at our best when we come together. How true the statement, “It’s a small closely-knitted world”.

Take the home for instance- you have the parents, the children, the landlords, the electricians, the builders, the GPs, the repair/handyman, the grocery store, the energy providers, the church, the water providers, the internet providers, furniture shop, the clothes shop, etc etc. All these need each other to survive. Think of the school system, the hospital system, the government, and so on, we all need each other. We cannot survive alone, no matter how we try to function alone; hence, the sooner we realise we need each other, the better for us, for our communities, for our society and for our world.

Oh grainy grainswhat great teachers you lot are, if only we can listen and learn.

 

In response to the daily prompt: Grain, Sky, Grainy

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God- My Constant

Through the changing phases of my world and the different stages of life,
Through the motions of the day and the slumberings of the night,
Through the fearful forests of the unknown and the steeply stairs of the known,
Through the innocent tantrums of childhood and the rebellious times of teenagehood,
Through the lone days of spinsterhood and the busy times of parenthood,
Through the moments of painful lacks and the seasons of joyful feasts,
Through the unpredictability of life’s course and the certainty of death’s alley
Amidst the hurts, joys, heartbreaks, blessings, challenges, setbacks, disappointments, promotions, etc. etc.
I find One who is always constant, always reliable, ever faithful, ever loving, unchanging, unfailingly, no sleeping nor slumbering, all-sufficient, all-powerful, our ever present help in time of need, He never leaves us nor forsakes us,
He is the Lord our God and we can trust Him.
He is my Constant in an ever variable world.

 

In response to the daily prompt: Phase, Childhood

18th June, 1994

How could he forget that day? 18th June 1994. One beautiful Saturday, just like any other summery sunny day that his life took another exciting course. He travelled down South to Tessax City to spend a weekend with his beloved Alice.

On a casual stroll down the meadow, her peachy skirt glimmered in the sun as she smiled gorgeously to him; as she always does. There she was, he remembered thinking then, my sweet Southern belle glowing like a diamond in his heart. He remembers perfectly how they stopped at the top of the meadow to view the countryside, the scenery was breathtaking and they just stood still, taking in all that this priceless view could offer.

Without thinking, he suddenly said, “Alice, will you marry me?”, she turned and looked at him smiling. He turned and gazed softly into her big beautiful eyes and said again, “Alice, will you be my wife?”
She gave him such a big shy grin, hugged him so close he could perceive the Yves Saint Lauren perfume he bought for her on her birthday in March, and said, “Of course I will marry you, my dear Jamie” “I will marry you”.
In excitement, he held her around the waist and swirled her round and round screaming with utmost joy, “She said yes!! She said yes!! My southern belle said yes!!”

And today, 2 lovely girls and 1 grandson and another grandchild on the way, my Southern belle still glows like a priceless diamond in my heart like she did 22 years ago, he reminisced.

In response to the daily prompt: SouthCompanion

Best Buddies

A buddy is your best friend, the person you can confide in without the fear of been judged or criticised. He/she sees the best in you when no one else does and pushes you on to achieve your best. You fight, you argue, you make-up, you play and have a cheery hearty laugh. You talk about anything and everything; you are not afraid to say anything because you know your buddy will not misunderstand you. He/she knows you too well to take offence. You cry in each other’s shoulders, you pray and comfort each other, you achieve well and rejoice together.

No man is an island, hence man is a social being. We need our buddies to function well, for when our emotions cloud our judgement, our best friends/buddies objectively help us have a clear thought path, and do sometimes save us from terrible decisions. Buddies hold a special place in our hearts for there’s a special bond and closeness the two of you share that some people may not understand.

And we all love and care a lot about them, that’s why they are our buddies.

In response to the daily prompt: Buddy