She’s Mama na
She calls me, ‘’Yaro na!’
When I cried she’d hush me and
say, ‘’Ebezina, nwa m!’’
She’d press my lips against her
Breast and say, ‘’Ngwa, nuo ara!’’
I remember the many times I took
A bite and she’d yell, ‘’Chai, Chineke m e!’’
I would look her in the eyes and
give out a gentle smile
She would look at me and
give a soothing tap on my butts.
Made me know it was meant to be
sucked and not bitten.
My mother, Iya mi!
In her arms I found warmth
When I would get so ill that it felt I
Would take a bow from life, she’d
lift me and say, ‘’Oluwa mi, jowo saanu f’omo mi!’’
Then, like a ball, I’d come bouncing
on my feet again– putting smiles
on her beautiful face
I can still remember how smooth
those wrinkled hands were
How swift her steps used to be
And the distances she covered in her youth
Now, she has grown grey but I can
yet call her, Iya mi, Mama na, Nne m oma!
Background: This beautiful piece is written to celebrate our mothers in Africa and around the world. It explores the reader’s mind to review their tender nature and how much they sacrifice in raising their children.
Author: Noel O. Louis Profile: Noel O. Louis also known as Soulileon, is a renowned Nigerian Writer, Poet, Content Editor, eBook Publisher and an Author of two anthologies: HEARTFELT RHYMES & RHYTHM and STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART. He is also the author of the fast selling A WOMAN OF SUBSTANCE, a memoir for building godly women in this generation. He seeks to make the world a better place through his writings. He is also the founder of Souliterary Planet, www.iamnoellouis.wordpress.comFollow us on social media