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 She gave life and for that Mama;

 I am grateful....!

 Her caresses gave us warm and comfort

 Her strength gave us reassurance and tranquillity

 Her touch a cure for all illnesses

 Her rhythmic heartbeat was our bedtime story

 With her around there was no pain,hunger and too much to bear

 There was no darkness too dark to face My African Mama!

 

 In her we had our first teacher

 She gave meaning to our incoherent childish mumblings

 Her neighbourliness was exemplary

 With her remnants were shared

 She brought out saints out of the wicked

 Her wisdom was a sieve of good from evil

 She opened her door to all.

 

 She imparted a liberating knowledge in us

 With her guidance there were no impossibilities

 We crawled to her fearlessly for she removed thorn from our path

 Confidently we took our first steps knowing she will never let us fall

 When strong we became she left without saying "nisale kahke...."

 How can we be angry at demise for taking her away?

 Nor do we abhor death!

 

 We know how to find light in darkness through her lessons

 How can we hate life when we live life she gave?

 How can we hate when she loved us unconditionally?

 With her our house was a home!

 She brought out men and women out of toddlers

 Given a chance we will but choose her for a mother in another life

 And her love we will question not....!

 

            By: Matilda Sibanyoni - Schneider

 

Matilda Sibanyoni - Schneider Bio
Matilda Sibanyoni - Schneider Bio

 

      Beautiful African woman;

      I can feel your pain my woman.

      The pain of nine relentless moons;                                                       The pain of raising a star out of an offspring,                                    I am proud of your zeal!                                                                                                                                                  Only the lullabies that comes from the voice of a woman;

      Puts a baby in a pool of sound sleep.

      When a child defecate on thy laps;

      You cut not away but you wipe it.

 

      The advice of a woman builds,

      Greats and stands behind fortunate's;                                                  The gentility of an African woman;

      Is a tale to tell the generation to come.

 

      The way she bows to offer water;

      The way she keeps the compound neat like the dove;

      She protect her children even on the ticket of death;

      Beautiful African woman!

 

      Where is a stretched hand, take it;

      Let me shout to the world;

      That you are behind my smiles all this years.

      I am grateful to God for your kind!

 

           By: Kumi William DuBois

 

Matilda Sibanyoni - Schneider Bio
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