Here I
find myself listen to Tshepiso Motaung’s music
like my life depend on it, well doesn’t it? It has been 11 odd years since the
last day I last spoke to my mother, the only person on this huge planet who
understood me clearly and knew when something was wrong with me. This is the
same woman who, at the peak of her life as a 20 year old had to share her
breath with me even before the unforgiving world could know my name. She
proudly watched her body change shape daily hoping that she will bring a new
breath of life the cruel world. She took care of me until the greedy angel of
death laid its eyes on her. Shame on you death.
At the
tender age of 15 my Rose was taken from me.
The only person who when I came running to after a fight at school she would
simply look at me and know whether it was my fault or not. She knew when I was
right and when I was at fault. She was the only soul I could no matter the lies
I thought I could tell, I could never lie to her and the very same soul that I
drew my inspiration from, regardless of our fights. As a teenager when I was
supposed to be frustrated by adolescence like “other kids”, I got full time job
of looking after my two younger sisters and this is when I knew that life is nie pap ‘n vleis. It is at this period
in my life I learned not to depend on anyone but the superior being and giver
of life Jesus Christ, life revealed itself to be one hell-of-a roller coaster.
Shame on you death.
As much
as I would have liked to do the normal things that teenagers my age did, I
simply could not. I had to grow up very quick, I had to mature quickly, I had
to naturally learn the rules of the game by default. I had to learn the meaning
of the famous phrase “eat or be eaten”. Not to say
I would not have learned this skills if she was alive but it simply because I
knew that I did not have a “lawyer” that would bail me from my mistakes
anymore. I realised along the way that since death had decided to orphan me and
sisters, the world would not give a rat’s ass whether we fell into the routine
trap for the ‘most’ teenagers. The “usual life”
which is drugs and alcohol or any of the related dangers of which children my
age found them in, regardless of whether or not they had parents. I
realised that everyone expected it and would be just a normal thing since I was
a rebel even when my Rose (Her real name is Palesa meaning Rose) was still
alive. Shame on you death.
It does
not matter who says what, in life the absence of a mother is just a rough ride
especially if she get “absent” at an early age. She is like salt to the food,
regardless of whether you are diabetic or not, if the food does not have salt
it is tasteless and worthless. Just like Life without Christ has no meaning. A
mother is just that one person who will understand you and know what you mean
when the world has turned on you and at times wants to kill you for no reason,
go read about the death of Jesus and you will know where his mother during his
death.
As
South Africa is still celebrating the women’s month, I have a
message to the little rascals mis-treating their mothers and talking ill of
them: If she did not love you, you will not even breathing at this moment. It
does not matter how she is treating you or how bad you think she is, she loves
you more than you can imagine. She may not be educated as you are but she knows
the meaning of true-love, you are the evidence and witness or whatever. She may
have done unwise decisions in the past or probably even now, but she deserves
some respect; she saw the sun before you. She chose not to leave you at the
hospital; she chose not to abort you. She has scarified more than you can
imagine for you, the little you can do is say thank you.
Don’t
wake up one day when she is not more and wish you told her how much she means
to you or how much you appreciate her. After reading this, go and tell her you
are sorry for being the brat you have been lately…she will forgive you, she is
your mother after all.
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