Thank you firstly to Catherine Treki who penned this.
Thank you for the tears, the laughter, the memories and the joy.
I grew up like this but was lucky enough to have two moms – My African Momma and my own – yet Christina (my momma number two) was most definitely exactly this to me – A mom.
Not only were we blessed to have her, but her 4 daughters became our sisters.
Always remember that no one is born hating another … it is taught. And wouldn’t it rather be amazing to allow your kiddies two families instead of one?
So many of us were raised by African Mothers
Strong African women
Often not even our own.
We were carried on backs, tightly swaddled with a well worn towel
Soothed by sweet songs we maybe didn’t even understand the words to
Swayed to sleep
Given tasters of pap and sous and drums and dance
Taught to receive with hand to wrist
We were blessed with warm sunshine smiles and heartfelt hugs
We were raised with love
This is the difference…
In a country where so much fear and hatred and misunderstanding has been rife through difficult years
We are still rooted
To this soil
And the roots
With HUGE THANKS
to an African Mother….