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Iron Lady

Undoubtedly, she is the epitome of love, to say the least. She knows not how to feign affection.Hers is diligence, resilience and kindness.

Quite often, she’s on edge; mulling over her family’s well being.

I still remember the days when she’d carry me on her laps in the matatu just so she could cut costs on fare.

Sundays with her were effortlessly terrific. We’d hurriedly make our way to church beneath a clear blue sky that made it easy for the hot golden sun rays to hit our foreheads. Why EVERY Sunday morning was always hot was something i never quite understood. After worship, we had her all to ourselves. Only until recently did she start working on Sundays.¬†She’d take a brief shuteye in the afternoon. On waking up,she’d whip up an appetizing evening meal which in most cases happened to be pilau.

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She still unapologetically storms into my room without knocking and rants about just how filthy my room is, even if I cleaned it yesterday.

And we’ve also had our fair share of life’s bitter side.

Years later and she still has her insanely amazing smile. Years later and she’s still the same woman I fell in love with at first sight. Years later and I’ve never quite been able to figure out how I can thank her for everything. Years later and she’s still my mom.

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Posted by Nicole Mukami