It’s been 8 years, but it still feels like yesterday. Whenever I see someone who treats their mother badly I have this anger. If only they knew how much they will miss that soul when she is gone, then they wouldn’t be doing whatever they’re doing to her. Mothers are the most precious things that anyone could ever ask for, but I guess you will realize that when she is gone.

She meant everything to me. The song we used to sing says everything even though the timing was wrong.

One thing I will never forget about my mom is that she taught me how to pray when I was young; she would make me read a bible while I couldn’t even write my name then make me sing before we prayed. A praying woman is everything and prayer was everything to her. That is why I will always love my mom, even after her death.

I lost my mind when I started doing all the wrong things: drinking, smoking, bunking school, which led me to repeat the class several times until my friend made me realize that I have a younger sister to stay strong for and who needed me. My cousins were teasing her, saying she should stop calling their mothers her mom and go to her dead mother.

I would never have survived that, but my little sister had to take that for years, and that really turned her into a strong woman just like my mother. Now she is in grade 10, and I am done with matric, even though my results weren’t that good, I am a motivational speaker and want to study theology.

Life is hard, but you have to be strong. If not for you, then for the people you love. What hurts the most is that people will never understand how you feel unless they have been in the same situation.


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