Mummy Dearest by Koyona Duke


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Like most little girls, I liked to play with boys so when my elder brothers friends will come around I will take my little legs and go and hover around them, she will give me the “stink eye” trying to get me to sit one place, be less conspicuous, more quiet, a perfect lady… worry wasted, that one never worked. What about all the worries that you will get pregnant out of wedlock or contact a STD, what about all the times she will shout about the short skirt making you look too cheap so she tries to get you to switch it to something more respectable. The times she will know you stole her shoes, bags or scarf’s but will just not say anything (till you get home of course). The food… pure joy. The staying awake with you and giving you meds for “female problems” or sharply directing you to a man you can speak with (if you are a boy). Watching out for perverts who would have taken advantage of her babies.

There were times, after the serious spanking and the scolding that I will go and tell my brothers how my mummy was not my mummy, and she won’t even say sorry. She never apologised, she will just start talking to me as if my malice was not valid. After all the fights, a mother is still the dearest. You probably will never really agree about a lot of things but if there was ever a love that felt like a solid foundation, it is the love of a mother for a child. Mother is the kindest, most selfless person. She gives of herself so much so that as a person you never know how flawed you are because she sees and wants the best for you.

Now I am someone’s mummy, I worry, fight and pray for my little girl. I begin to understand the struggles we took for granted, struggles that never really stop. Thanks to all the mothers, biological and non-biological, who have loved us and continue to love us into the people we have become. Thanks to all the Women, who have been like mothers to us, taking our impossible behaviours even when we will not listen, they still love and offer themselves as buffers from life and shoulders to cry on.

Thank you Mummy Dearest.







- Koyona Duke, Contributor

Koyona Duke is a blogger, Business Management Specialist, Entreprenurer,Mother, Magician, Mentor and Recovering foodie.

Opinions expressed by The PanAtlantic Journal’s Contributors are their own.

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