The Single Mother

She is a powerhouse
She is an engine
A force to reckon with
That drives the family unit single handedly
She is the sole driver
The lone captain
Who guides her family ship to prosperity
The single mother…

A single mother
Is both father and mother
To her children
A single mother
Is a warrior
A fighter
A survivor
A heroine…

She fights her battles alone
Expecting no favour
But the birth of a new day favours her
I salute the single mother
I cherish the single mother
I celebrate the single mother
She is indeed powerful
She is essential
She is vital
She is more than a woman
The single mother…


The Ayah’s Children

She cooks for them.
She washes for them.
She takes them to school.
She takes them home from school.
She plays with them.
She reads them bedtime stories.
She laughs with them.
She cries with them.
The Ayah’s Children…

Yet when they call her “Mama”
Their mother castigates them,
And yells at the poor children
“She is not your MAMA!!! She is the house girl, the house maid, the ayah! OK?!”
The children cries silently.
Bitter tears flows down their cheeks,
Tearing at the ayah’s kind heart.
The Ayah’s children…

The mother is hardly ever at home.
The mother is forever travelling.
The mother is always working.
The mother is constantly busy.
The mother is just but a noun.
Deep down,
The children know only too well,
That they are the Ayah’s children.
She is the only MAMA they know,
Who is always around whenever they need her…

© Ayoub Mzee Mzima 2013

Carrying Life

She moves slowly.
Carefully rather.
She is heavy.
Laden with a beautiful life.
In her womb she carries hopes.
A life inside of her stirs up.
A nascent life.
She is pregnant.
She is a mother.
Carrying life.

A life exists.
A life spans.
A life is nurtured.
A life is protected.
Deep in her.
Her womb holds together this life.
She is a woman.
Carrying life.

© 2012 Ayoub Mzee