I Bi Dem: Woman, Wife, Mother

The air was hot and humid as we stepped out of the terminal to walk a few meters to the plane billed to fly us from Lagos to Kigali. I quickened my pace to get in the plane; the heat was excruciating and the air, still. The coolness of the cabin was a welcome one and I soon was seated and looking out the window. I love the window seat as I always get a superb panoramic view as the plane lands and takes off. You often can tell the level of development of the city from such views. Anyway that's a topic for another day. I settled down in the plane and began to take in the view outside. The domineering hues surrounding us were grey and brown. It was like someone had made a concerted effort to remove other colors leaving what Wally Serote calls, ‘a concrete jungle’. It was depressing. But as I observed further, I noticed that there were patches of green here and there like stubborn precocious children who refuse to be denied their say. The color, green, brightened up the horizon

I am sure you must have seen this on social media. It is a job interview for the post of a mother. I can’t think of something better to showcase what and who a mother is. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MWcJZ210AaM For all that you do and for all that you are, mothers, you are celebrated today. Considering the times in which we are with many become super teachers and full-time caregivers – you are applauded. Keep doing what you doing and may the Lord give us grace to see our children full purpose and destiny in Jesus’ name. Happy Mother's Day greetings from my mum My thoughts are with mothers who may feel unappreciated today or feel that they have nothing to celebrate. Some mothers are sad because despite their sacrifices in raising their children right, the children have not turned out well or simply don’t appreciate all they have done for them. Some may be sad because they messed up as mothers when their children were younger and now their relationship is det

Apart from being in a natural disaster, I think the closest devastation is going back to the scene of the disaster trying to pick up the pieces and realising that the worst may still be ahead of you. It is a time of feeling hopeless, helpless, afraid, confused and perplexed.   At a time like this, it is easy to see no way ahead and throw up hands in surrender to despair. The economy is opening but not for all and for some, the loss is so much that there appears to be nothing to go back to. If big companies are closing down, how will the small ones cope?   A number of people have been laid off and there appears to be no openings anywhere. Whatever the case may be, the bills are piling up; mortgages, car loan, school fees, utilities and other day to day expenses that still need to be honoured but with what? And then there is still the fear of the virus because no one is immune. I love to read poetry because sometimes it seems to be the only thing that adequately describes m