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My sister was my mother and father to me

By Jaqueline Mutaki | 4 years ago | 2 min read

I kept off social media on mother's day, it is not like I developed an anti social character on that particular day, we all know how these platforms carry sweet messages to mothers on such a day and some with beautiful photos. Truth is, I was just jealous. Jealous of people who have mothers to show to the world. But then i remembered i don't have to run away from social media because i have a mother too. When God decided that mama was too perfect for this earth (Rest in peace Mama) big sister stepped in. I will be lying if i say she replaced mama and still a lie to say that she didn't wear the crown perfectly. Nobody worries about you like your mother, and when she is gone, the world seems unsafe, things that happen unwieldy. You can not turn to her anymore, and it changes your life forever. There's no one on earth who knew you from the day you were born, who knew why you cried, knew exactly what to say when you were hurting and who encouraged you to grow a good heart. When that layer goes, whatever is left of your childhood goes with her. Even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you had your mother at your back, you would be okay. Yes i was okay because i had an angel of a mother in big sister Sheila. Motherhood is a choice she made everyday to put someone else's happiness and well being ahead of her own, to teach the hard lessons, to do the right thing even when she were not sure what the right thing is considering she needed a mother too. She looked after her and looked after the five of us who needed to be looked after. Sometimes, the strength of motherhood is greater than natural laws. If evaluation really works, how come mothers only have two hands?  She was so hands on. On us and hustles to see us through school. She took me in her arms and held me tight. Her embrace was hot and she smelled like sweat, dust,and grease, but i wanted her. I needed her. I wanted to crawl inside her mind to find that place that let her smile and sing through the dust storms. God could not be everywhere, and therefore He made mothers. Ain't i just lucky to have two? one watching over from the sky and another on earth who still mothers me at 24! All that i am, or hope to be, i owe to my angel mother. She taught me to believe in me and stay positive. My sister my mother my rock.

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