MY MAMA MY LOVE

Mfoni mbuayɛ ɛma PAINTINGS OF MOTHERS AND THEIR CHILDREN

Maame

Mama

Maa

Ima

The first pillar of contact

The first room with the warmest of bedding

The first breath shared like a sweet meal

The first wall in a kick

Maame

Mama

Maa

Ima

One who accepts madness for what she terms the blessing of motherhood

And feels the pangs of her child’s suffering

Like a super bluetooth which gets signals

Whenever, wherever

The one who sang the best lullabies

No matter how difficult

To chant out sleep to soothe her young

“Oba yi

Hen aba ni

Maame Yaa ban i

Wonfa no nkoshe abe ase

Abe ase wo nsoyensoy

Wonfa no nko si onyina ase

Onyina bebu abo me ba

Abo me ba

Abo me ba ei ei!”

Oh all the playful songs of assurance

Of trust

Of love

Of fun!

Maame

Mama

Maa

Oma

Your palm hits are like massages of comfort

One who chastises to pamper

Beings who develop wings like angels

In protection of their kind

He who sang this song did sing from truth

“Sweet mother

I no go forget o

For this suffer wey you suffer for me ei

Sweet mother

I no go forget oh

For this suffer wey you suffer for me ei

When I no chop

My mother no go chop

When I no sleep

My mother no go sleep

She no de tire aa

Sweet mother

I no go forget this suffer wey you suffer for me ei ei

Stop stop

Stop stop

Stop stop make you no suffer again o”

Yes he did sing it right

But his last point was like a rubber bullet on a thick metal

The beak of a hen knows no fears

When its chicks are in danger

And no matter the warning crows from cocks

The safety of her wards reigns supreme

Mother

Mama

Ima

Slender like a doll

Strong like an eagle

Where in your bodies lie your strength bank?

You are fierce like lionesses when woes chase your young

Mama

Mother

Maa

Ima

Just as dawn paves way for the morning

You are our dawn

A dawn that is never curtained by daylight

A dawn that battles furious suns and storms to bring warmth to her offspring

A dawn that shadows to love wholeheartedly

And will willingly submit to the fingers of death

If that will bring safety to her young

Mother

Mama

Ima

It is sad to know you are our mistake punch bags

It is sad to know your knees are never shy to kneel when our flaws stand out like Afadzato

Why do you accept our blames when you are in no wrong?

What kind of love flows like the rarest of spring water

Even in drought?

All the pinches of our hearts

Are calmed with just your touch

All the clashing sounds in our heads

Harmonize at the sound of your voice

Mama

You deserve this song of praise

“For my Mama an honour

For my Mama this praise

For my mama all thanks

Oh mama my love

You deserve it all

The showering of love

You deserve it all

The attention in all

You deserve it all

Our pampering

You deserve it all

Our faith

You deserve it all

The celebrations

You deserve it all

Our all

Flowers and buildings and money can’t show

Hurdles and mountains and shame oh can’t blow

Mama o mama my love

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2017

Photo Credit: Google pics

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