Six decades ago, my mother was the only girl child in her classroom. Her cousins and the community turned against my grandfather for sending a girl to school. A smart girl who often tutored math courses to her younger sisters in law. I wonder what kind of life my mother would lead had she completed her education. Always shy and composed my mother has learned the art of hiding her emotions when times have tested her and her faith shaken. Six decades later and a whirlwind of events, my mother defied all odds to remain strong in the face of all her children - never breaking down. Many times when I would ask my mother how she met dad, she would speak in monosyllables without giving the story a romantic spin – my only interest for romance left for imagination. She must have sensed my intention and sometimes she let out a faint smile but never encouraging me. The questions I asked then as a teenager vary widely to the questions, I ask now as a mother. Being a mother, I now understan...
Being a mother of a eight yo girl is exhausting but fun sometimes. Currently I am in love with color grey, bread and my cheeky monkey. It changes often. I am passionate about education and I am working towards my goal to establish a school in my hometown.