MOTHERS DAY.

Mothers day in my part of the world is commemorated in a number of ways by different people. Gift hampers will be delivered to many, with notes and poems that appreciate the mothers in our lives for a job well done. Motherhood comes at a cost. The day is interpreted differently for people in different situations.

My mother was my first country the first place I lived~Nayirrah Waheed.

To a single 22-year-old like yours truly, it means that I get to scroll on a flower and balloon-filled Instagram timeline of people appreciating either their wives or their mothers. To another it brings up a lot of pain as it was on this exact day five years ago they the monitors in the ICU stopped beeping as mom gave lost the battle against cancer. Her heartbeat stopped she would no longer blow her candles on her next birthday. For others, it's a first, the bundle of joy is barely a few months old and all that pain and trauma in the delivery room cannot be compared to what she feels right now. Its all love and she would go through it again if need be. She is a first-time mom and so far so good.

A few years back she was cuddling her partner, it was a cold and crisp Sunday in July and all she wanted was coffee and lots of cuddles. She felt her body giving out what in eight months would have been her greatest joy. She did not flinch, neither did she wake her partner. She simply let nature take its cause. Her miscarriage was proof that God too can disappoint. It proved to her that time might not always be on our side and in a blink of an eye, you might just lose what you thought you had. Life is not promised. Mothers day to her is a constant reminder that her womb could bear fruit but her cervix couldn't hold. Her body was a disappointment. Girls younger than her carry to term, what's her excuse?

It is on Mothers day that he gets to splurge and genuinely shows love to his mom. he was adopted by a white family. The story goes that a few years back, a drunkard let him on the footsteps of a public hospital. The mother who was a nurse at the hospital picked him up and made him hers. He grew up in a white home which is very different compared to his black friends, his food is less spicy and the first time he tasted hot sauce was in high school. But he was nurtured and loved in a unique way. He's a congressman today because of the quality education which his white parents had to sacrifice a lot for. He is because they are.

It doesn't feel like Mothers day especially when you don't have anyone to call you mom. Your womb is as dead and dry as the Sahara. The only thing your reproductive system can harness is a ton of fibroids and a number of cysts. Adoption was not an option. Not with that kind of salary and residence in the ghetto. The Social service department would never consent to this.

It's on this day a few years back that a couple of white supremacists gunned down his son when he was coming to from the store. It was late in the evening and the grocery bag he was carrying looked like a weapon hence he needed to be dealt with as he was a threat. Having had bore only one child, she is left with a bank of memories and photographs that remind her of how she loved and lost.

It’s the twins third birthday today and with it the memory of their mother who succumbed while in labour. How should he celebrate mothers day, without their mother? Is he even allowed to?

Happy Mothers day to all mothers, mothers to be, angel mothers, grandmothers and everyone male or female who had to rise to the occasion when mom wasn't around.