I was already done with this post and I donât know whether to put this in or not but my mind nor gree leave am out, I just have to start by thanking God so I am just going to write.
I just want to say thank You Lord.
I know not what almost happened this night:I went late at night to get recharge card(and I shouldn’t have done that), a car stopped for me on the road, and for the life of me, I know not why I stopped to talk(ordinarily I give them no face), but as we talked, I started getting dizzy, like I wanted to faint..
I just started speaking in tongues and said I had to go. The guy kept saying I should stay for one more minuteâ¦
Ah Jesus! Thank you Lord, For sensitivity of the spirit, for deliverance from whatever it was..
I will never go out at night again,be it to get credit or whatever. Na Law School my papa send me come Lagos for. Stories wonât be told on my head.
Thank you Jesus!
Original post starts nowâ¦
I wrote this for a magazine earlier. I just got my copy of the magazine yesterday and thought to share especially as today is motherâs day. Btw, itâs my first article for a magazine, I wasnât paid sha but I was still all smiles when I saw it.Lol..
Believe it or not, what you will read below is stuff my mom actually does (as Iâm sure almost all Naija mums do) and she probably wonât read this as she nor wan gree follow the technology age but my dad reads my blog and Iâm sure he will show it to her (after he shouts at me for going out at night finish)…
Mummy, with or without all your scion-scion, I chose to honor you today like the Bible says and despite what I feel right now, I chose to love you with the love of Christ and from the depth of my heart, I speak on behalf of Daddy, Raymond, Jessica and Winifred, we wish you a happy motherâs day.
I pray for you… I truly pray for you ALWAYS.
Happy motherâs day to all mothers out thereâ¦
Do read, enjoy and share the article below.
*Much love.
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She was up and about by 4am. I could hear her voice ringing in my head even before I opened my eyes.
“Wini wake up! Go and wash the plates, sweep the house, and dress up for school…Ehen, you are still there? Come on get up!!!”
I awoke again, this time around 7am as she was about to go to work and I could hear her voice fading away this time with “Jessi, drink tea this morning and make sure you cook beans for lunch”
I drifted off again…
And just in case you are wondering why I was drifting in and out of sleep, no, I am not pregnant, I am single with intentions to only birth my precious babies in marriage. I am only sleeping off the back-breaking-tres powerful effect of law school on the human mind.
I came into earth again at past two pm to the sound of her voiceâ¦
“Jessi, so you still haven’t cooked lunch? What have you been doing?
You didn’t pack the clothes?? So I will come back from work and still do your chores for you???”
She shook the house with her voice but ended up doing some of the chores herself.
I awoke from my slumber totally a while later to see her writing her lesson notes, co-coordinating the home and from time to time uttering prayers for her man and children both home and abroad…
And here’s the journey I went on while drifting in and out of sleep and having lots of time to think about her voiceâ¦
I remembered the fact that when we were kids, we dared not play on sand when she was around. (Who born you?)
I remembered the fact that we were always neatly dressed when her man came back from work.
I remembered that her manâs clothes were never left dirty.
I remembered the fact that there was always not even one grain of sand in her house (if we had 6visitors in a day, sheâll sweep the house6times after they left. She is that neat).
I remembered the sweet ogbono soup was always ready on time; she never let us go hungry (and till this day, my elder brother still reminisces about her ogbono soup).
I remembered that she always bought the best clothes, shoes and toys from Onitsha market for us.
I remembered that her clothes have always been neatly folded for as long as I can recall.
I remembered that she ran a business (sold pure water, ice block and soda, for a while) while juggling the 5 of us and she had not even one house girl through it all, she juggled it all herself and always seemed to be on top of her gameâ¦
My eyes were opened to the fact that the owner of that voice was strength personified.
She was just like voltron.
Only true strength could birth five children, run a home, take care of a man and add a job to the muddle.
I pondered on the fact that the exact scene I had witnessed while drifting in and out of Law School induced sleep, I had also seen in the homes of most of my friends, their mums were also like voltronâ¦
There is something about a black-Nigerian mother.
They set their faces in flint time and time again as they carried life within them and pushed through the pain to bring forth the life within.
They possessed a resolute spirit to groom five or more kids to shine forth light in the world.
They possessed an inexplicable grace to pray their men to greater heights.
They had the unusual grace to shout for hours on end at their kids and at the same time love them like crazy.
They would always be indwelled with the ability to scold and love their children at the same time.
They possessed the wherewithal to keep their man loved up and happy, cater for their kids, homes and career at the same time…
They were like voltron defending their universe from evil!
They had strength the world cannot help but be drawn into;
In a resolute spirit…
In the loving arms they offer…
In words of chastisement they dole out irrespective of how much they love you…
They possessed strength in the flat breasts that had more often than not fed 3 or more mouths in its hay day.
The Black-Nigerian woman is an epitome of strength. Through the ages and through whatever changes may arise, their beauty in strength will never fade.
And when I drifted out of my reveries again, I heard her voice at 8pm
“Jessi, young girls don’t do this, I am training you for your future home/man. You are a girl, elegant, filled with grace. You cannot behave like thisâ¦..”
I wasn’t irritated at her voice this time; I didnât complain that she was disturbing my sleep like I usually doâ¦
I marveled at the kind of strength it took for her to shout and teach and lead and guide from the minute she awoke till she slept.
I was struck with admiration for the kind of strength she possessed to live with and guide 5 serious handfuls of kids and adults from the minute she birthed us to the minute she would take her last breathâ¦
She is an African-Nigerian woman.
She is beauty in strength personified.
She is the beauty all mothers should possess within.
She is who I want to become.
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Lizzieebunoluwa
March 30, 2014 at 12:37 amI am thankful for your deliverance Frances!…Always a present help, our light&salvation. We fear no one!
These words are beautiful…Bless your mother’s heart!
Cheers!!!
imperfectlyperfect92
March 30, 2014 at 12:45 amWas about to send a mail when I saw your like, I miss you Lizzie, you + your comments, + langua…you decided to go AWOL like E bi? ok o.
And I cant thank God enough, HE is a present help, always.. I am tres, greatly grateful.
Amin..bless her heart indeed.
Lizzieebunoluwa
March 30, 2014 at 12:50 am*chuckles*….then *grins*. Its a pleasure hearing from you Frances. Thank you for the thought….does my heart a world of good…i’m not happy about my hiatus…and i’m sorry my absence hasn’t been altogether pleasant for you..
This too shall pass…
Blessings!
imperfectlyperfect92
March 30, 2014 at 12:56 amAmen, it shall pass indeed (I mean that with all of my heart)
waiting…but not so patiently. *hugs*
E'
March 30, 2014 at 11:36 pmLool Fran why did you call my name here
Woooooh
Mind yasef oooo
Hehehe
imperfectlyperfect92
March 31, 2014 at 9:14 pmlool.E, I nor go call you among the AWOL people again as you don come back.lol
and funny, I think you published anew post just after this comment thing, so it worked…
buqie
March 30, 2014 at 1:02 amThank God for you dear, and thank God for all the 24hrs a day, 7days a week, 4weeks a month and 12 days a year kinda mothers. Without them and the God in them, some of us won’t be where we are today.
Shout out to all the * i can do what i like whenever i like* kinda mothers, you can do better than that.
Happy mother’s day!!
imperfectlyperfect92
March 30, 2014 at 1:09 amBuqie, shebi I just smiled widely at your “Shout out to all the * i can do what i like whenever i like* kinda mothers, you can do better than that….they actually can but happy mother’s day to them too, like a pastor said, thank God that they didn’t abort the child, make we give them that credit…
as always, thank you so much for reading, commenting..
ps:you are also a night crawler like Lizzie abi? lol
buqie
March 30, 2014 at 1:17 amYessooo. Night brings forth knowledge, yeah?
imperfectlyperfect92
March 30, 2014 at 1:25 amhehehe. yeah..except sleep beckons, like right now..
buqie
March 30, 2014 at 1:07 am*12 months*
Nikkisho
March 30, 2014 at 2:49 pmThank God for your life.
Mothers are the best!
imperfectlyperfect92
March 30, 2014 at 8:30 pmYes Nikkosho, they are the VERY VERY, best. truly, (repetition of very for emphasis.lol)
thanks for coming on here…*smiles
Presh
March 30, 2014 at 4:59 pmChai,Nne you are brilliant writer eeh …
happy mothers day to our mothers..they sure deserve the best because they give the best..thanks for the inspiration..
imperfectlyperfect92
March 30, 2014 at 8:18 pmthank you Presh, that’s true..no matter how “somehow” we think they are, they do deserve the best. e nor easy..
Catherine
March 30, 2014 at 6:42 pmWow! First of’ congrats on ur published article (wether free or not) on a magazine… You will go places dear with ur talent. I’m so happy for u, eventhough I don’t know u in person.
I thank the Holy Spirit for d sensitivity to overcome whatever it was that night… No evil shall harm u. Amen!
Mothers are priceless gifts from God and are worth celebrating without shame.
http://www.nkykate2.blogspot.com
imperfectlyperfect92
March 30, 2014 at 8:29 pmthank you Catherine, I really appreciate you-you are living forth the “rejoice with those who rejoice” word.thank you and AMEN.
And yes, I so wish I can just hug the Holy Spirit in appreciation, but that’s ok, He is in me..thank God for God.
And yes, it took me a while to realise that, but mothers truly give of themselves in totality to their children and family. they are priceless indeed..
Tomiwa
March 30, 2014 at 7:09 pmReblogged this on .
Tomiwa
March 30, 2014 at 7:10 pmHappy mother’s day to all of us. I like the voltron analogy. African mums are just irreplaceable gems. May God keep them for us and may we be blessings to them
imperfectlyperfect92
March 30, 2014 at 8:33 pmaww, Tomiwa. thanks for reblogging *smiles smiles*
And how else can we describe mothers? I know mine is like a force who has her heart set on her family..powerful force.lol
May God keep them for us, and may they live to reap the fruit of their labour..
Tomiwa
March 30, 2014 at 8:36 pmAmen! I totally relate
imperfectlyperfect92
March 30, 2014 at 8:49 pmAnd Happy Mothers day to you too Tomiwa.(I cant leave that out can I?) you are a strong woman, a role model for lots of people. may God keep you,you will reap the fruits of your labour indeed.amen
Tomiwa
March 30, 2014 at 8:57 pmAmen. Hmm at role model
imperfectlyperfect92
March 30, 2014 at 9:01 pmyes you re o, don’t doubt it..i think I must have written that on one of my comments on your posts sef. for real, you are
Tomiwa
March 30, 2014 at 9:15 pmThanks dear. I am going to ruminate on it some more lol
imperfectlyperfect92
March 31, 2014 at 9:25 pmpls do ruminate on it,lol. you will see what I see
Tomiwa
March 31, 2014 at 9:31 pmHmm. God should open my eyes o lol
imperfectlyperfect92
March 31, 2014 at 9:32 pmyou too funny Tomiwa. hehe, they are opened already jor. loool
Tomiwa
March 31, 2014 at 9:33 pmLooool. Ok o. Ayaff wear googles
imperfectlyperfect92
March 31, 2014 at 9:43 pmewo o Tomiwa, you are cracking me up here. ah! hehehhe..
Tomiwa
March 31, 2014 at 10:11 pmHehehe. Sorry o ‘jenifa’s voice’
E'
March 30, 2014 at 11:35 pmMothers rock abeg
Totally
And thank God for your deliverance nne. The rampance of the spiritual is getting unbelievable but thank God for our Nissi, our Banner
Devil no reash
imperfectlyperfect92
March 31, 2014 at 9:24 pmAh, truly E, thank God for being our ever present help, even in walks we go on at night(which we are not supposed to). I really cant thank God enough.
and just a friend said too, evil is all around, the rampance of the spiritual is something else but those that know their God will prevail. I am thankful.
and our momsi’s ehn, they are on a higher level for real..
tenderonii
March 31, 2014 at 2:31 pmThank God for you dear….I’m also glad you accepted the opportunity to bless the world with the Wisdom of God that’s in you.
Mother’s are beautiful. Love is what I call my mom.
I miss you too dear,..saw your message on my blog.
imperfectlyperfect92
March 31, 2014 at 8:18 pmaww, Hannah, I love that- “love I what I call my mom” and its so true.. moms are love personified
drnsmusings
March 31, 2014 at 7:55 pmAbeg, don’t go out alone again. Awesome mom u have there. And congrats on getting published. Hi 5!
imperfectlyperfect92
March 31, 2014 at 8:14 pmhi 5, big ups Dr N. *big smiles*.than you ma
And more awesome is the fact that momsi does these things without seeing it as anything, its just part of her..goes to show that kids glean a lot from the conduct of moms even when you think they aren’t looking.
yourstrulyblogposts.blogspot.com
April 1, 2014 at 6:21 pmSorry this is coming late, but, happy Mothers’ day to your mum x
imperfectlyperfect92
April 1, 2014 at 8:24 pmyours truly! I miss you oh..
yourstrulyblogposts.blogspot.com
April 2, 2014 at 12:26 amI miss you too dear x
imperfectlyperfect92
April 2, 2014 at 3:54 pm*hugs*
glowingscenes
April 6, 2014 at 9:39 pmThank God for your life o Frances, Can you imagine…, The Lord will keep your going out and coming in from today henceforth. Amen.
And happy mother’s day to your mum 🙂
imperfectlyperfect92
April 6, 2014 at 11:48 pmamen Itunu. thank you so much