The Struggle Of Africa Mama(Mothers)...Women Of Virtue!(Wafrica Gue...

The work below is Authored by Hive account@princluv, edited and posted by Hive account@mcsamm for Hive account@wafrica.

She was sitting right there, lost in her thoughts, with her palms supporting her jaw, as she turned to look away from her focus, there I stood like an electric pole, my gaze fully on her. She realized that I have been standing there for a longtime speechlessly.

She betrayed her silent mood with a rhetorical question, "son, how are you and why are you standing wordlessly staring at me? ".
My wondering gaze fell on the scattered floor as if I was searching for a lost pin; in my heart, I was talking to her, but I couldn't bring my thoughts into words for her to share from it.
Here are few of my worries at the moment; " Mom, I really knew what you are passing through, I can see all the pains in every part of your body, soul, and spirit. I saw the way your fellow women has turned you into a laughing stuff because of you rather see me through school with the stipend in your pulse than use it on new clothes in order to look good.
I knew all that, I am not too blind to see it, just that I never have the boldness to talk to you about it, considering my age then.

Several times you have abandoned your illness just to see me free from a common fever that's not to be compared with yours--- Mama, even as you are weakened by the burden and responsibilities of the family, you still show strength, just to encourage us, even when say "Am fine" I see the pains, you deny yourself most good things of life, in order to give us the best in life (You're the best in the world, sweet mama)

"Mama Africa awakes early every morning to prepare food for her husband and children, and at night she sleeps late to make sure everyone is fine, they are the paragon of excellent, the epitome of beauty, and landmark trust."

She is consumed with love and care, she beats the children when they are wrong to correct them with her right hand and with her left-hand draws them closer to her lap and bosom, she is known for silent among men and resourceful in advice, the husband adores her and his lifespan is prolonged because of her heart melting smiles

Mama Africa is the best women on planet earth...black is beautiful.

Sweet mummy I love you, you left at my tender age, when I couldn't say a word to let you know how much I feel about you-- when I look back down the memory lane, there wasn't an empty space at all, it's filled with sweet memories of you seated in the big picture; reminiscing on how you use to run the comb through my hair before going to school or church, the aroma of your food from the kitchen, the bedtime stories you use to tell us till we sleep off.....I love you because all my childhood memories are filled with the sweet things you have done for me

That goodbye you said to me that fateful day still breaks my heart --- but the seed you planted in me as kept surviving the ups and downs of life, the storms and calm, the mountain and the valley, that's the treasure I will always appreciate in life.
I love you, mom!

This is all about our Africa mamas, who has gone through starvation and ill-treatment in our various geographical location but never give up of better tomorrow for their children, and in order to see their children have the best life can offer.

Below, in the comment section, I want us to take out time and do and write something good to these women of virtue.
It could be your mummy, sister, Aunty, and any female friend of yours who, you think merits a praise (death or alive) if dead, you attach "of blessed memory " to the comment.

"We (Africa children) are no more waiting for these women, whose entire life has been dented with hard labour and age-long struggles to get to the tunnel before they can see the light, we are taking the light into the tunnel, so that countless souls of Africa women there can see the light"