Sunday, 13 May 2018

Motherhood,the pain,the sacrifice,the smiles,the secrets,and the anticipation.

From the moment she laid her back down on the bed in total surrender to the one she calls LOVE, to the emotional pain she bear and refuse to admit while he stroke her back and forth for some minutes of pleasure to his body.

From the moment she has to wake up very early in the morning after the bed-duty all night, just to make breakfast for him even while the little one grows inside of her.

From the different times she has to control her maternity mood swing just to keep her home in check and stay at peace  with both nuclear and extended family members,  maintaining official sanity in her work place so to pay her bills.

From the moment she went through series of labour stages,,,,,,  a pain only she can bear. From the point she holds her little one in her hands, nursing and loving and still maintaining her home front.

From the moment she makes him food, do his laundry, drops and pick him up from school and attend to his homework. Smiling under the scorching sun while their heart bleeds within their chest in pains.

From the moment she begins to dish out advice, checking up on his company and ensuring all was well with him. (her child). Those moment they pretend to be full just to fill your stomach, while their intestine wallow in hunger.

From the moment she starts prying into his emotional state and making sure he makes and also choose a good partner.

From the moment she starts growing old, age begins to fail, taste gradually lost, choice changing and even emotion grows fragile.

These mothers all have their secrets. The secret they can't share because they want to appear strong, a secret they can't share because they want to cry alone, a secret they can't share because they put you first.

Their secret anticipation and expectations,  their secret smile and deep laughter. Their untold stories, most of them go to their graves with.

Indeed they are braver than they think, wiser than they can imagine.
Stronger than they show
And caring beyond words.

To all the mother out there
We love you beyond words.

Happy Mothers day

Saturday, 5 May 2018

Thick skin, elastic heart.

Appearance differs from reality they say, but how different is the content to its container? Question of the mind though.

With an unending harsh environment that propelled me developing a tough skin,  and the heat it generates melts my heart so high that it change its original fleshy form.

As the heating progresses I realized I was gonna be left with no heart (death) and I didn't want that for myself,, so I decided to pick up what was left of the heating, and all I could make out of it was nothing but an elastic form.

All effort to get it to its original state proved abortive due to the severity of the heating.I tried,i tried,i really tried,,,but the elastic form was all there was.

The pasturization level was so high that the catalytic effect was an elastic heart in a thick skin. So now i am glued with them both.

My new skin and heart became so close to themselves that i began to feel like some total stranger to my own body.
A feeling i wasn't too cool with initially.

Blending in on them wasn't that easy,but like some fine wine, i love every taste of them now.

A drop of this fine wine gives a soothing relief and i don't miss the old life, i am embracing the new life and making love to it every single time.

I am the new version of the old me.

MODEL= Rosemond.