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Happy mother’s day!

I just read this amazing story here on the daily mail website..



It is a story about a hen,Mabel who is mothering a littre of pups.Mabel notices that pups need a mother’s warmth and jumps right in their basket to keep them warm.Their mother,Nestle pays no attention to her babies but Mabel who is just one year old  steps in and adopts them.


I don’t think  Mabel thinks she is a dog or that the pups are chickens.I think  she knows that motherhood is not only about mothering your own children.It is about giving warmth and love to children who need you,whether they are yours or not.

This post is honouring all the Mabels in the world.To the women who don’t any children of their own and have mothered children at any point in their lives..Motherhood is not about the number of children you have,it is about the number of children who can be better mums because of you ..Happy mother’s day!!

Once Upon A Time In Africa

The tradition of story telling in African is gradually fading away.Children don’t even have time to sit at the the feet of the old folks to listen to rich African stories.They would rather watch Hannah Montana,text or browse the internet.

My 82 year old great grandmother loves to tell us stories,she has always loved it.When I was younger,I remember her gathering all of us in the evenings to tell us stories.She would pause in the middle of the story to sing.

Every one of her stories had a moral lesson.Some are really interesting and some are humourous.

Now,sister,as we call her is old.Sometimes,we pin her down to retell us stories but old age is catching up to her and she forgets some of them.What are great grand children for?? We are here to remind her 🙂

‘Nta ny3 loo Nka ta ny3’ this is what sister starts her stories with..It means ‘should I tell you or not’.Then we respond  ‘W) mli here bo n) ta w)’ meaning ‘we are listening to you,tell us’

I hope to publish all the stories that sister tells us soon.Its a legacy!.

How can we perserve our story tellling tradition?? Share your suggestions 🙂

I haven’t seen my mother in about 10 years and I am really looking forward to a big reunion soon 🙂

Technology makes communication very easy for me to connect with her.We are both on Skype,she is on facebook a lot,we both have whatapp and we have emailed each other a couple of times.

If you have been raised by an African parent,you will understand that respect in communicating with them is KEY!.You can’t talk to your parent anyhow.Before you open your mouth you have to think twice about your words,the tone and even the gestures you are going to use.


You might just earn a nice slap or the worse can happen to you .If you say something like,’What is wrong with you,Dad?’..as we mostly hear children say to the parents in these western movies.

I recently had an experience while chatting with my mother on whatapp.She asked me a question and I just typed the answer.It was when she didn’t reply that I went back to the chat to examine a few things.

What I said was not impolite but when you are texting someone,because they don’t get the tone you are using your responses might even come across as rude.I later apologised to her and thankfully my mother is the forgiving type.

Here are some things you should never say to your AFRICAN parent.No matter where you grew up.
Even if your see the children in the Western movies do it…DON’T TRY IT AT HOME.

‘I hate you’.. (You will be sent packing before sun down)

‘How could you do this?’… (your neighbours will have to come and beg your dad not to give you a fifth slap)

‘You are so mean'(That is it..you will be disowned)


One morning,my little sister came to me while I was brushing my teeth and asked me if she could wear one of my shoes to school. Her request suddenly grabbed my attention because we don’t share shoes.Although we had recently discovered we wear the same shoe size.

The shoes she wanted were new but that was not why I didn’t want to give them to her.I knew she had enough to  wear at least three different shoes a week.

I took her to our ‘shoe room’ where we have a shoe rack that stands taller than both of us. After asking her to count all the shoes she had, we were both suprised that she had 13 pairs of shoes.

Apparently,she had a problem with all thirteen.That is when I knew there was a problem.Like any big sister will do,I quickly cooked up a gratitude speech to deliver.

I had to remind her that there are lots of kids out there who dont even have a pair.She had thirteen and she didn’t like any of them.

Somehow my little speech  had an impact and she cried.

This story is not just about a teenager wanting more things, it is about an attitude of gratitude we all have to practise everyday.It doesn’t just end at saying a ‘thank you’.

It is more than that. It is an everyday consciousness of gratefulness for what you already have.