You said no
Thank to you
We’ve always been encouraged to pursue high education
Unlike others who tend to discourage me
You are the greatest believer
Who keeps telling me I will be extraordinary
As I sit in my buoyant palace, I wonder at my fate. At 12, She wakes up at dawn to fetch and clean; At 12, Her tender back is bent from the load she struggles with; At 12, Her hands are chafed from scraping the char off the pot; At 12, Her worry lines are deeply etched in; At 12, She has already felt the harsh blow of her husbands fist; At 12, Her feet are used to the sun burnt path to the water hole; At 12, Her waist has carried the burden of life; At 12, My mother carries me in her womb;
Before she struggles to prepare the family meal.
A weight heavier than her, but she carries it still.
The black coal more natural on her,she bothers not to wash.
The trials and pains her mother had bore are now her cross to carry.
As she continually fails in her service to him.
As to it she trudges day and night in duty to provide for her family.
And she loses more of her essences with each strife.
And I wonder at my fate as a girl coming into the world she knows.
As I sit in my buoyant palace, I wonder at my fate.
At 12, She wakes up at dawn to fetch and clean;
At 12, Her tender back is bent from the load she struggles with;
At 12, Her hands are chafed from scraping the char off the pot;
At 12, Her worry lines are deeply etched in;
At 12, She has already felt the harsh blow of her husbands fist;
At 12, Her feet are used to the sun burnt path to the water hole;
At 12, Her waist has carried the burden of life;
At 12, My mother carries me in her womb;
You are all I have to work and smile for, I love you so much my dear daughter, We have been through so much pain together, darling, For you I will stand up again after each fall,
You give me all the reasons to wake up early each day,
You have always been the reason I go to bed late,
You continue to motivate me to be strong in all I do,
You have never let me down in any way so far.
I see a great woman produced in you,
I cannot let any chance for your triumphs pass me by,
I will fight nail and tooth for you to achieve prominence,
I know you are determined to make me a happy mama.
We have cried together when it did not seem possible for us,
We have sang together strong songs of inspiration for hours,
We have prayed as one tight team each morning and bedtime,
We have celebrated the many wonderful things in our individual lives together.
For you I will kneel and pray harder for God’s guidance,
For you my voice will be sharpened for praise,
For you my keyboard will speak globally to share your success,
For you, Audrey Namikoye, other young women will be empowered.
You are all I have to work and smile for,
I love you so much my dear daughter,
We have been through so much pain together, darling,
For you I will stand up again after each fall,
At birth, she is already regarded as a mother,
she is nurtured into being a caregiver,
she is looked upon as a lesser human by the men folks,
she grows up with the burden on her shoulder.
As a youth she is regarded as simply a woman,
a woman of grace some will call her,
other see her like a sexual being,
i see her as strong willed..
As she grows into maturity,
she evolves overtime into a sister, friend and mother,
her dreams changes into a fighter,
fighting for her children..
i see a beautiful she in every woman,
she tills the ground to sustain her own,
her beauty radiate beyond her face.
your beauty radiates from inside out,
your beauty sees the atrocity of this wold,
fight fight my beautiful she.
Today, I am taking the time to rejoice being you.
Let’s go 10 years back. Your grandmother always used to say, “You are an amazing bright young girl, with a constant smile on your face, spreading your bright aura everywhere. Stream of possibilities flows through you.” How fond you were of those words. Yet, I know it wasn’t as easy to grow up as a girl.
For what do you want to be remembered?
Is it for a soccer or scholastic trophy?
Or is it for the generous, kind adult
That you have worked hard to be?
Do you want to leave a legacy
Of how much property you own,
Or the bright light in the universe
That your life of justice has shone?
Day in and day out, the lovely rhythm of the motor -
lulling us to sleep and giving us comfort.
My lovely mother and her sewing machine:
earned the clothes we wore; earned the food we ate;
the source of protection over our head;
earned us education that put us way ahead.
Day in and day out – she labored,
stitching clothes for the entire neighborhood.
Some days, it was agonizing to watch her ache yet smile -
her dozing at the machine trying to meet deadline.
Some days, it was simply joyful to watch -
her creativity in the designs and the elegant lines.
Such creativity – yes! In her eyes I saw ambition.
None came true! I saw it, despair and outrage!
Chanelling that to educate her girls – her new ambition.
Such fervor, such support she gave – I stop and inhale.
No wonder I see pride in her eyes when ‘we’ stand with her tall.
You pour out a sense of belonging and taught me to be brave strong and intelligent.
To be a woman of courage and essence
I recalled her saying, “I want my daughters and other girls to be better than who I am, because I don’t know how to read and write." All of her time she devoted to recruiting, enrollment, and transition of girls in schools.
You are the most wonderful woman in my world. No amount of alphabets put together can express the woman you are. When I think about all your struggles, your love, your strength, your kindness, I feel like sending you on 2 years holidays somewhere in the world where you will experience life in a 5 star hotel, in a beautiful country.