OUR MOTHER @59
BY Moses Alankay Mansaray
Mama will be retiring next year, today we are celebrating her 59th birthday, mama has suffered so much, I can see the wrinkles in her face, the blisters in her hands and the scars all over her body, many of which are inflicted by her very own sons and daughters.
Our elder brothers and sisters that ought to have taken up the responsibility of looking after us and her, are not matching up to expectations.
Our beloved mum was blessed with illuminating beauty and elegance, she was admired by all her compatriots coming from the same clan to an extent that, she was the favourite of the numerous wives our former stepfather was having.
She suffered so many abuses in silent, she never complained because she was taught by our forefathers to be obedient and loyal.
Two of our other stepmothers and cousins to our mum (Ghana and Nigeria) were suffering the same abuses from our stepfather, this led them to seek for a divorce and they left the marital home we were all sharing.
A few years later, two of our elder brothers decided with other relatives that it was time for mama also to seek for divorce with the promise that they are of age and ability to look after our mum.
The whole problem started during the divorce hearing at the land of our stepfather, they disagreed and returned home divided, our selfish stepfather and his people took advantage of the situation and granted the divorced on very bad terms which are still affecting us to this day.
Mama was left empty!
Our beloved elder brother who was raised at our stepfather's homeland and who was insisting that the divorce should go on died shortly after taking up the reigns as head of the household.
Our other elder brother who was raised locally was very smart and crafty, after struggling with one of our other siblings, he finally succeeded to be the head of our new home, he entrenched himself to everything and other members of the family who were charged with the security of our household felt aggrieved, marginalised and ostracised, they forced the handpicked of our elder brother who has just taken over as head of the house to relinquish power to them, this struggle went on for so many years and many other unfortunate occurrences occurred during this period, our stepfather and some of his friends returned to mediate peace and helped us design ways to sustainable and mutual living, some of our brothers that connived with our neighbours to bring unrest were punished, banished and some are still in exile to this day.
We restarted in a very good footing but the selfishness of our elder siblings would not allow us to enjoy the remaining wealth of our mum.
Ebola came and killed many in our household and neighbours, shortly after, mudslide came, we had to spend the little we have to help those affected but were still stranded and had to shamelessly return to our stepfather like always to beg for assistance, our brothers are busy and bent on siphoning the money that was given to us as help.
Just when we think that we have survived all these and it's time for us to start rebuilding and moving forward, a strange sickness (Coronavirus) that has killed many in our stepfather's household and those of his friends and good neighbours visited us as poor as we are. We don't have where to turn to, and yet our brothers currently at the helm are exploring ways to benefit themselves.
Oh mama, I feel your pain, we the younger ones are hopeless about the future.
Many of us have finished school years back but we are still wandering around like idlers whiles our colleagues of the same age are prospering and excelling in other parts of the world.
Our pregnant sisters are dying before laying to bed, our younger siblings are passing away before they are five years of age.
You were respected by many for your discipline in education and resource management but today all we see is corruption.
We have few of our siblings that are trying to regain your past glory but the corruptible forces against them are sometimes too hard for them to withstand.
As you retire next year mama.... ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ (burst into tears) unable to end.
*I love you mum even at 59.*
*Your son, Moses Alankay*