All posts tagged: mother

I will never be the same: The impact of a selfless mother

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  I remember the gifts you extended to total strangers The food you made us set aside for anyone who would come asking How house maids became sisters and guys who just came for job opportunities became brothers I remember the displaced families of 30 men, women and children With whom we equally share our food and house when war raged on the country side I remember when you chose to put us in private schools Depriving yourself of fun, fancy clothes and shoes How every day you went to work and came right back home to be with us I have seen your tears, and your generosity, not only to us, but for total strangers Even though I should be the one calling and texting you, you beat me to it every day Thank you – I will never be the same. You’ve taught me what it really means to be selfless Happy Mother’s Day Mom! With much love – Walter

Behind every great man

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I have often heard it said, “behind every great man is not just a woman, but a godly woman.” Well, how about 5 godly women? When God was about ready to deliver His children at of captivity and bondage into freedom and the land of promise, he did not just raised up a man for the task. The first thing God did was to raise up and prepare five (5) extraordinary women of exceptional courage. Women who would help shape the destiny of a male child called Moses. We often hear about the greatness of Moses but not much about the great women God strategically placed and used to make him great. They are all around us, mothers, grandmothers, wives, sisters, aunts. One or more women who’s been a solid rock, confidante and inspiration. Sent them flowers today and don’t wait till they are dead. Meet the fab five: Shiphrah and Puah the midwives who feared God enough to stand against the king’s command. The mother of Moses and his courageous big sister. And of-course, the …

3 Things my children will never do

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I’m the youngest son of two very loving and generous parents, brother to six beautiful ladies and four handsome guys. I’m the youngest man in this soccer team of 11, but I have two younger sisters. My mother made all the boys in the family take turns, with the girls, preparing dinner for the entire family during the week. Where I’m from, it is considered a thing only women do. But not in my mother’s house. Everything the girls did we did: we cooked, we wash dishes, we did laundry. Growing up, it was important to talk to my parents and older siblings in a way that was polite and respectful. So, Mama and Papa was acceptable, nothing else. I called Marcus – “Boy Marcus” – Florence – “Sister Florence” anything else was not necessarily disrespectful, but a little impolite. Older people, outside our home were politely called – Mr. or Mrs – uncle or aunt – sir or madam, never by their first name. Now, you may argue – “different strokes for different folks” and I’m totally cool with that, but in my home there are three things …