Beneath the Surface: Bambanani 2012
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Hlezekaya's story...
My experience of motherly love...
There is nothing more moving and amazing than the knowledge that you have a mother who loves and cares for you. When I was younger, I took this love forgranted, but the older I have become, the more I come to realise how precious it is and how much security and reliance I place in it.
A mother's love and especially my own mother's love has been a constant feature in my life, since I was a baby. She taught me how to speak, how to count and how to read and write. She also taught me important values such as hard work, honesty and respect. All of my achievements have been based on the foundation that she has built for me from a very tender age.
My mother's love has been unconditional and she has forgiven me and continued to love me even when I have hurt or disappointed her...I love my mama very much.
Monday, August 20, 2012
Tinashe's Story...
Simplicity. One learns to appreciate the
simplest of things about ones own child. I learnt to appreciate the fact that
my little princess has five little fingers on each hand that from one day were
gripping my finger, are now the same ones learning to write. Her broad,
innocent smile is enough to let the troubles of the day drift away. No matter
how small her actions, I find significance and cherish each moment with her
endearingly.
Happiness. Her melodic laugh resonates in my
mind and lets only the emotion of happiness encompass me. At the sight of the
joy in her face, I know my role in her life is fulfilled as happiness radiates
within her.
Anticipation. Every day I see how you look at me
with anticipation that I will make you smile, make you laugh, feed you and
fulfil your every whim. Why? Because in your world there is nothing a mother
cannot do. The weight of the trust you place in me is barely felt as the weight
I once felt when you were in the womb.
Milestones. I still remember the first moment
when my daughter first looked up at me with her big brown eyes and smiled. The
highest level of joy brims up within me as I even remember when she first
learnt to sit, stand, walk and run. The simplest of things we do as adults
become the greatest events of our lives. The appearance of just one tooth, the
utterance of just one word, is a milestone that resonates within any parent. My
daughter is blessed as her great grandmother is alive and she enjoys talking
endlessly to her. Two different generations somehow find common ground in
conversation. I learn alot about my daughter when I listen to their
conversations, as at just three years ten months, she talks about her
observations and views. I also realise that she is aware that her grandmother
is much older than her and frail, as from time to time she will hold her hand
and slows down her pace when walking with her.
Impeccable.
My daughter is a perfectionist. Ever since she was just a toddler, she
would tidy up and wipe any spillage she made or would request for assistance.
She believes she has impeccable taste when it comes to clothes and casually
changes into three different outfits a day as the weather changes.
Sacrifice. This word barely describes the depth
that one must forfeit ones needs and wants for the benefit of a growing being who
is oblivious of all you do for their better good. However, the greatest reward
is evident when one sees her level of deep and genuine appreciation.
Overall. By and large, all I do is for Shamiso,
my daughter. She breathes energy into me to fulfil my goals in order for me to
ignite hers one day. Shamiso is my all, my heart, my soul and everyday with her
she teaches me simplicity, shows me
true happiness,
fills me with anticipation
when I see her, lets every moment develop into a milestone, drives me to ensure
everything is impeccable
for her, to sacrifice
selflessly, and that my overall
role in life is to make the miracle of her life is felt by all who know her. I
am a mother because of Shamiso.
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