Open Writings to Momma

---Mommy. My only rock of comfort in a foreign land---

What becomes of one

When the well from which they suckle their joy

Starts spurting bitter waters

What is to become of one

When the warm bosom on which they lay in comfort

Has turned to a thousand piercing needles 

Momma what are you saying to me?

That I should bring home the bacon?

What kind do you like momma?

Streaky? Smoked? Pepper?

What is it that you trying to tell me mummy?

That I'm not your little girl no more?

Are you saying ha ke sa le Meme-nyana oa Mpo?

Momma, like yourself, am I a grown woman now?

Mummy I thought it was just yesterday

When I lay up on your breast

Aren't you Yeyo no more?

Have your hands become weary?

Can't you carry our burdens alone like you used to?

Momma what became of your strength?

Since when did you need a man to get anything done?

Are you getting weak now mummy?

Has the world become too much for you

To swallow its pills on your own?

Momma are you saying my zone of comfort is nearing its demise?

Is this where for me life finally begins?

Am I a woman now mummy?

Is that why you treat my with such dignity now?

I don't get it though mummy

What died in you?

Has motherhood become an impossible task?

Aren't you my Daddy any more momma?

Am I an impossible child?

Momma why must I share in your heartbreak?

Was I destined for it too?

Can't I escape it momma?

Is this the curse of our lineage?

Will my legacy of happiness be determined by the consequences of your marriage? 

Do you need me the same way I do you?

Do you get as tired as I do when your not in sight?

Do your tears flow as freely as mine do should you not wipe them away

Are your feet as tired as mine get when you put me down to walk on my own

Is your back exhausted from carrying me?

Should you need some strength momma

I'm here to Help

Should you need to rest

Refresh your soul

Should you need to lie on your back to escape demons that come from under you

Rest

Should you wish to become like a child once more

Lean

Should those tears need some drying

Weep

For I am here mummy.

I have arrived

You have carved me for years now

Chiseled me into perfection

I'm sorry I cannot be the man of the house

But I am ready to be a woman

The woman you raised me into

To be strong for you in your moments of weakness

To weather away storms

Claim full responsibilty

I am ready for womanhood now mummy

You can hand down your cape

Pass me that torch, I've flexed muscles

I'll carry it from here

Until next post,

Africa Rising, Peace & Revolution