To My Mother: Amelia Motsoeneng

Any woman is capable of conceiving a child, but not every woman is capable of being a mother.

Mama, thank you for being that woman in my life. The only friend I had when loneliness creeped into my space. The words “thank you” are those that rarely come out of my mouth, but I am grateful for having you as a mother. I have been wanting to say this for a while now. You are the greatest form of love I have ever known. You have been my strength when I laid without strength and might.

Mother dearest and I on my 16th birthday.
Mother dearest and I on my 16th birthday.

Mama, when daddy was not around, you still kept our lives whole and the gap he left; you managed to fill it- with no money, no house and no support whatsoever. Today, I am man because of you. You taught me so much about being a man than any father would ever have. You taught how to love and respect myself and others. You made me fall in love with God in a miraculous way. You taught me how to be strong even when all my being was weak and timid. You are the greatest rock I will always stand on. You are the only woman, or human being for that matter, that I can attribute my success to. You are my strength.

For all the times I have made you feel unappreciated, I am sorry.

For all the times I have been stubborn, I am sorry, I just thought I should be a fighter like you.

For all the times I lied to you, I am sorry, I was just being a child.

Mama, you are my hero!

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You are the utmost woman of vigour I will ever know and whose love I shall forever cherish.

In your name, I have been called names, but like Jesus, I remained unashamed because you taught me to carry my cross all over, even in times when I shall be persecuted.

The word ‘love’ does not even begin to explain how I feel about you. I don’t think I even deserve to say I love you, because I don’t think I have shown the kind of love you have. If love means sacrifice, you have done that for thirty years. You have loved us while we were still in your womb without any form and name. You sacrificed your sleep just to say a prayer for us. You sacrificed your youth just to take care of us. You sacrificed your portion of food, dividing your plate so that my siblings and I can be fed. You sacrificed your name protecting us. I owe you my life.

Even when we wronged you, your affectionate heart still forgave us. You have shed so many tears because of us. At times, you even go to an extent of appeasing us so that we can get the best. When we lie sick in bed, you are there to take care of us. When we are confused and lost, you are there to offer counsel then hold our hands and lead to a greater path. Often, we never listen. At times we are too stubborn to see that you have our interests at heart.

You have taught me that I am not perfect but I have the potential to be the best. I am grateful for not sparing a rod and making me a hard worker. Even when I did not do well in school, you taught me not to dwell on my failures but rather understand what I have done wrong and try to seek for help when I doubt. You hold no university qualification but you are the best teacher I have ever known. Today, I can articulate myself clearly because of you.

You are my Psalm 31 woman

25 Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come.

26 She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.

27 She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.

28 Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.

29 Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all.

30 Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised.

31 Give her of the fruit 

 

For all the prayers you have said on my behalf, for all the tears you have shed, for your sacrifices and love- Ke a leboga!

Exactly 20 years ago, you were five days from giving birth to me. Thank you for being my mother.

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Belo M

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