I’m of the opinion that women are the most valued of the human race. If you do not agree with me then probably you just don’t want to believe it or you haven’t ever received a mother’s love otherwise you just want to be too much of a MAN- it doesn’t matter of you never saw your mother alive- The world has birthed so many mothers for us to care for us.

My cousin recently made a comment, “it is true; men are like big babies.” She said it because I was bothering her so much – I always do – to prepare some meal for me. Of course I could cook, but sometimes when there’s a woman in the house, you just want to eat her dish. Oh! Don’t even bring it on here; I know men who can cook. I mean COOK till you lick all the food from your plate; and I didn’t mean my father, :) Well, like I was saying about my cousin before I interrupted myself; hmmm I wonder how that is possible, is it? I did it again!

If you ever really taken great caution, so many times your sister (if you are a guy), really acts like your mother. You may call it, a mother in the making but that’s what I notice sometimes with my cousin and my sisters though they are younger than me, of course some of my female friends too. Now! I don’t want to go in to talk about none of those; I want to talk about my birth mother. I still have the privilege of having her around me. I thank God for that. Of course, not mine only, your mum too. I’m not selfish you know. :)

Where can I begin? There’s so much to say when it comes to women. Well, my mum is charming and sweet, just like your mum is, unless maybe you have not really looked at that woman in your life. I’m sure she is.

Most of the time, when I’m watching Ghanaian local movies, there’s always a phrase mothers use when talking with their children, especially when they refuse to listen to instructions; “I carried you for nine months!” My mum used it often when trying to sweeten the bitter pill, especially when it came to do certain things for her she knew didn’t enjoy doing. And indeed she carried me for nine months. With my mother she didn’t have the normal birth delivery when she had all her three children, including me being the first. She had to undergo operation to remove the baby. I thank God she survived. Some times I tease her that she’s going to have another baby, when I look at her big stomach. She goes like, “No!” and then we both laugh on it. Of course there’s a time to say NO! – she has been trying to work on her stomach to reduce the size, taking in all those liming tea and some homemade stuff. I hope she can because I really have not…let me not continue- :)

Many times I look at my mother and wonder where she gets her strength from, because she sure doesn’t relax like all of us when she’s tired; she stands on her two feet till she’s done with all she’s doing. Her favourite phrase when she gets tired, “I’m not tired,” trying to put herself in a mental state to stay on finishing all she has to do! I look at my little sister now, Davida when she goes to bother my mother as though- she didn’t know she was busy-, and asks her which sock should she wear today to school. Mum busy as usual will stop everything and gives the full attention to her child. I wonder how they do it. Mothers wake up very early in the morning to make sure that their husband and children are prepared well to start the day- breakfast and things for school prepared. By this time in the morning when they are done, if they haven’t already taken their bath then they have to rush to do it, because their boss at work also doesn’t like latecomers. :) I just remembered one time when I just met my mum coming out of her bathroom and she was sweating heavily. She knew I’d seen her sweating and she joked, “It is the heat.” We both laughed over it after which she went to her room to dress. Almost finished, she called me in to close her zip behind her green blouse. The woman was still sweating! She was trying to push all her things into her bag at the same time, looking for her ear rings that she believed that my little sister had come in to play with. Tearing through her bag again, she found it! “Maybe Davida didn’t take it after all”. Oh mothers what can we do without them? Now the same woman undergoing work pressure has to come home early to make some thing for the family to eat, wow! I just paused now to take a take in all I have written before starting this new line. It’s almost midnight now; reflecting on my mum. I think you will agree with me that women all over the world whether you will it or not have this indescribable virtue that makes them stronger than me. Of course, we have got the muscles but… Take for instance this play I watched recently in church doing the mother’s day celebrations this year. To cut the whole story short, there was a man who came home one day from work. Fortunately his wife met him at the door and helped him into a seat in the sitting room. Suddenly, the wife called for one of her children. Shouting, her husband told her to stop, “Why is it that always you are calling for the children. It is always this child and this person and that”. The wife surprised but calmly responded, “I’m preparing your food in the kitchen. I just want the children to come and take your bag to the room and bring you some water.” The man now brought forth the main issue; he claimed that his wife now paid more attention to their children than to him. At the point when the man spoke, the whole congregation watching the drama laughed. Seriously, the man had no point but read what happened. Now the wife had to calmly convince the man that she loved him and all that she was doing was for him. In addition she said, “You know you are my first darling then after comes the children.”

You can call the husband crazy and the play a comedy, but that’s not my concern. What I want to draw to your attention is the woman’s behaviour; she didn’t shout over the meaningless matter. I know for sure that when her child later comes and makes the same complain that mummy loves this person in the family more than him or her, she will find a way to restore confidence in the child, that she loves him more. I know women are capable of that, but like I said I wonder how they do it. Just off the record; let’s say the woman spends all that time convincing her husband of her love, don’t you think that after she’ll all of a sudden that screaming, like your mother or maybe my mother rather :) , “Eh! My food is burning!” :)

Maybe you haven’t really given a chance to your mother to prove how she loves you, I know she does. Remember their phrase, “I carried you for nine months…” Maybe you can end this phrase for them. She doesn’t necessary have to be your birth mother. Like my mum told me at dawn one day before I packed for a journey whiles praying with her on the same journey topic to God, “In life you’ll meet a lot of mothers. The aunt you are going to stay with, she’s going to be your mother now, learn to appreciate her.”

I’ll leave you here to think about that special mother in you life.