WE CANNOT FORGET THOSE MOMENTS WITH OUR MOTHERS

MHAI: MOTHER: MOM

She now has 15 Grandchildren.

Happy Mothers day

I have a few pictures of her when we were growing up. I also have picturesbwen they were dancing with my dad. I grew up knowing that a family has a mother and a father and children.
I also grew up knowing that a family has a home jn the village and city because they were working there. In te village that’s where we madeour crops and in town we had a small garden where we managed to harvest only for our family. Like day to day spices, tomatoes, vegetables and flowers around a home.

That home in Harare was a home. It was a house where when one visit you knew and felt there was a strong spiritual woman who knew how to love. She wasn’t only a mother to us but to the society.
Let me tell you what made me take long to write this morning,. Its because it wasn’t yet the right moment.
I remember growing up helping my mom with every little thing she did. I didn’t know that was a way of her practicing homeschooling.

The woman talked. She explained everything She did and would immediately correct you constructively. I remember that we had a floor that we shined with cobra wax. I remember when she said I should be able to ee myself after shining the floor. She found cleaningness from within and outside very important and she kept pointing out why.
Why for the society, because each time when a child passes or a young man passes through our house wearing a torn trousers, she would offer to mend with her singer sewing machine, for free. That way people were very grateful. She sew uniforms, including mine. I knew that it wasn’t easy for her to get the right fabric because the NB was the only company proving uniforms.

In the village everyone felt free to pass our home for a cup of tea. It was not a cup of tea like you would imagine it in a Western country home but a real organically fullcreamed strong tea with self made buns, fat cooks or maize bread like the Ndebele people make. She was Ndebele, so I managed to learn both cultures. Language wise. I left home too early whilst I was in the process of learning. Besides our schools were so Westernized such that everyone encouraged us to learn foreign languages than ours.

Because my dad worked a lot in Harare, she decided to go often to the village during the seasons that she needed to plant crops.

She didn’t do things only for us but the whole village,. She brewed beer, traditionally just like how people in our village did. But she also made other things that I cannot mention as I am not planning to sell my mother’s legacy to some people who are not appreciable.
I know long texts are not for people of today but there are people who still love reading books.

🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿 fast forward

She passed away in 2002 and each time I an with my sister or my children. I feel her, I hear her words. She lives.
When I went home in 2019 and 20. I met people who reminded me of her. And people who cried because they saw me and started thinking of the great loss. A lot of women in our village have now given some names to certain behaviours and products that she left behind.
She also had people who misunderstood her but respect her now.

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY. I MISS YOU AND WISH TO HAVE THE STRENGTH YOU HAD FOR THE COMMUNITY❤❤❤

Published by Bereka Ne Mbereko

Muchaneta was now living in the Netherlands, far away from home and her extended family. Perhaps it was the distance or the time away from her roots that led her down a path to reconciling her traditionally African approach to child rearing with the new modern European scientifically tested advice she was consistently receiving. In doing so she began to craft out a unique path for herself and her growing family.

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