I cannot really say the reason why I did not write anything over the weekend. Maybe because it's called weekend and am expected to rest, or maybe because I lacked ideas on what to write about.
Waking up this morning, I decided that it would do me no harm if I write something about a woman that is the greatest mother I have ever seen.
You know, though I could have been very little then, but I can still remember vividly the type of woman my Aunty is. The way she would juggle house keeping with other things that needed her attention. The way she treated me, the way she nurtured me, the way she would scold me when I misbehave and also praise me when I do something great. Like when I started saying prayers in English even though I was just three and half years old and was fluffing the words and had no idea what I was saying ( everybody said it was English, so I believe it was English). Like when I started making 80percent average in my primary school; she encouraged me, made me understand that I should strive to maintain that average, that I should strive higher but never lower. She taught me how to wash my clothes, how to cook some meals and how to manage what one has. She taught me 'not to hang my clothes above my height'. She taught me virtually all the good things I know today.
It has not always being rosy between us. During my early teenage years, I was stubborn,and had a penchant for doing bad things. Since she couldn't condone most of things I do then, we were always at loggerheads. Nevertheless, she did not abandon me nor treat me with any sort of contempt whatsoever. Although she was an Aunty to me, she treated me like a son, so much so that I see her as an epitome of motherhood.
As I am writing this, I am trying so much not to delve into criticising the women that cannot treat children that are not theirs like their own. I don't want to delve into that, because I believe that everything that happens in life happens for a cause and a reason. But, I have grown up to understand that their are 'mums' and their are 'mothers'. 'Mums' are the ones that only know how to give birth to a child Mothers are those that not just give birth to a child, but also nurture the child and train a child that is not even theirs in the right way to grow.
In such a way that the person would become a better person for the society at large. Apparently, one can categorically say that all 'mothers' are 'mums' but not all mums are 'mothers'.
So, I am saying that not all 'mums' should call themselves a Mother.
Had my Aunty not been who she was for me, maybe I would have turned out to became a very bad person. I am not in any way saying that I am an angel, but I am sure that if our society have about 40% of people like me, the society would be a better place. # SELF PRAISE
Mrs Norah Udoh, may God bless you for making me a good man. I know you may not get to read this, but whoever reads this, would recognise that you are one of the best women on earth today. Happy Mother's day Mama. Many women worketh, but thou excellest them all..you are the greatest mother I have ever seen.
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