Born in 1960 on the first of october
My mother nigeria cut her umbilical cord freeing her from my british grandma
My mother is a beautiful independent woman
she was strong for years, not afraid of anything not even the infamous lions tigerrs and bears
I call her octobers very own cus from when I was a child till I was grown….she took care of me

But as I aged 
I watched many men who wanted to get rich or die trying come and promise her gifts forr her love, promising her leisures
When They just lusted for her physical features
See my mother is or could be one of the rrichest in africa
She could be up there in the world
But these men knocked her off her pedastle made her feel less than a 
Girl
With low self esteem and extremely self conscious
Cause she saw no reason why as beautiful as she was, she couldn’t be treated the way she deserved
So She gave her self to them
Giving up what was once
Rightly ours
My family, my brothers and sisters, the muslims, the christians,the yorubas, hausas, igbos,
while they just got richer
It makes me sick
How I gotta pay jacked up prices for my oil just so these men can fuel their dreams
How I gotta watch them impregnate my mother, and throw her new borns on the street with nothing to eat
How I gotta watch my family kill themselves, day after day
How instead of calling 911 or trying to pray we dial 419 in need of help
How corruption, poor management of funds, political instability and poor governance have become the norm 
So even when it storms now we don’t mind we don’t even wait till its gone down
We just let these problems rise and hover us like a mushroom bomb cloud
Am I the only that sees there’s something wrong now?

What’s funny is I’ve heard that before I was born
My mother had it nice
Dressed in the finest of clothing
In pictures posing
Looking the happiest I’ve ever seen
Sadly its the happiest she’s been
And I still have dreams
That one day my family will make it out of this no matter the means
I still dream that soon enough she won’t have to lie to me and give me good music and good food and send me to school abroad where I have constant electricity and her my siblings sit in darkness
while she handles the stress and I just feel its okay
Cause that’s a mother right?
I don’t know the war she’s fighting, and I’ll never know the totality, all I do know is that she can’t take more of the casualties,
but she just casually puts on her make up and acts like its all good
When actually she’s dying inside
I love her to death and I’ll never stop
Sweet mother I no go forget you
For the sufferr wey you suffer for me
I just pray to God that he grants you the strength to overcome and find a God fearing man that will fight for you and not what you can do for him
I pray for a day when we won’t need goodluck to succeed
I pray one day you will stand tall again
With your children by your side
So that one day I can look in your eyes mum and tell you that my dream came true
this and all I do is for you
Sweet mother

ftaiwo

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