#83. Today, Today, Happy, Happy…..

SPEAK OUT AGAINST DOMESTIC ABUSE

Today, Today

It’s that time again

The bittersweet reminders of spring

On wet, gorgeous green grass

In open fields,

-Lemonade sheds and picnic tents

Flowers bloom, their spicy sweet scents

Chasing away winter’s gloom

I heard the happy whispers in the corridors

Behind the tabernacle housing the sacraments

 

And the excited chatter of mothers and fathers

The secretive looks of their offspring

Impatient for the sermon’s end

So parcels can be unwrapped

To songs and hums of Happy, Happy Mother’s Day

 

I wait silently for the pastor outside the sanctuary

As he disrobes of his garment and puts away the chalice

He comes out, walking with a slight limp

He stares coldly at me and I smile warmly back

The older pair of brown eyes in fear and hate

An identical innocent pair with freedom and power

 

Today is a bright, happy day for mama and I

I wave happily at mama, she’s still seating in her pew

She stares blindly, a film of tears in her eyes

I wondered briefly if she sees me at all

She has not seen me for years, blinded by her veil of pain

Then, slowly I see her hold up my Crayola scribbled note

I think perhaps she could make out the verse that I wrote

She’s crying and smiling and crying and smiling

She finally sees and recognizes herself in me

 

Head bent, she re-reads it again,

Head shaking, eyes tearing, she reads again and again

In my childish scrawling writing, I’d written it last night:

 -‘Today, Today,

 Happy, Happy, Mother’s Day

 For you mama, lovely gifts and not harsh fists

 Today, today, happy, happy mother’s day

 For you mama, no more rouge to mask the bruise

 Today, today, happy, happy mother’s day

 For you mama, you’ll soak in the scents of fancy perfumes

 And not the smells of stale whisky or his cheap women

 Today, today, happy, happy mother’s day

 For you mama, a bouquet of roses stripped of thorns

Because I know you stayed behind for me…’

 

One week ago, yesterday, yesterday

It was my birthday; I had just turned thirteen

Mama baked me a cake layered with cream and love

The pastor sat in the corner, sullenly drinking his coloured water

Just as I bent over to make a wish and blow out my many candles

I heard her agonized cry as the whiplash of his belt hit his only target

She falls face down into soft, pretty flames of my burning candles

My friends screamed in shock, and I guess my party was over…

 

I prayed and prayed everyday for a week

And for seven whole days there was calm in my sea

And daily I’d daydream and play with the gun in his desk

Till the day my daydreams flowed into my my reality

Fingers shaking, I pulled the trigger at the pastor, in shock

-Yes, his shock, for this was the birthday wish I wanted fulfilled

He reached for me as I called the cops

I’d hugged him tight and I whispered coldly to him:

-‘Touch her again and my next shot will blow out your brain!’

 

They found me cradling his body as he writhed in pain

Everyone said it was a miracle that we both made it alive

The pastor said it was a burglar who attacked the church

The newspapers took pictures of me in the pastor’s arms

With blood splattered on his white shirt and on my new pink frock

We made the evening news and the anchor asked me if i was okay

I told her I was  fine. My daddy was my hero; he took so many bullets for me

 

Hand in hand, today, today, we all walk out of the church

To celebrate with the congregation my mother’s very first

Happy, Happy Mother’s day picnic

Today, today, I’m so happy, happy

We were the model family, the pastor, mama and I.

Tomorrow, tomorrow,

All is swell and well

Tomorrow, tomorrow,

All is dandy and happy.

 

© Juliet ‘Kego Ume-Onyido
(All rights reserved).

Random Musings: Happy Mother’s Day to the Unsung and Uncelebrated mothers….

A Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers who feel voiceless, dreamless, faceless, nameless…

As we joyfully celebrate mothers around the world on this wonderful Mother’s Day, let us also honour the weeping mothers who came before us, victims the Biafra-Nigeria civil war and those who are also presently with us, victims of Boko Haram’s onslaught, mothers who hunger for bread, shelter, security and peace, the ones who were forced into motherhood.

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#82. Bridget’s Daughter

A Joyous, Wonderful and Blessed Birthday to my Mom ‪#‎SweetMother‬!
There can be no words to capture my love for you, no imagery to depict the majesty of your spirit, and no story weaved to interlace the tapestry of your soul’s journey.

All praise would pale to the expansiveness of your being. You always danced to your heart’s song. You see every human being as a reflection of HE who is not confined in walled spaces. You are not tied to the ordinary things. You are simply the most beautiful woman in my world!

And because of you, I always celebrate the sacredness of motherhood. And indeed WE are all mothers; blessed with unique buds, fruit-bearing seeds, hopes, dreams, gifts, talents, abilities, light and loveMay we birth and nurture them in this lifetime, to our creator’s glory. And also bravely and generously share them with the world within and around us! Bleesed2BEBridget’sDaughter

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