Motherhood

When I was 23 years old, I met a 20-year-old mother washing clothes outside her house who I thought was older than me. Way older. She looked like she was 30 years old. She had THREE children and was married. She asked me if I had a problem because I’ve been in a relationship for 3 years and I wasn’t pregnant. I said no....

My grandmother was a grade school teacher (a strict one) and never let a learning opportunity pass. Earlier I was cleaning out the fish when I saw something that reminded me of one of my afternoons with my grandmother. “Brian!” I called out. My son came with his earphones. “Yes mama?” “Do you know what fish eggs look like...

For most boys, summer means lots of play time. No school. No homework. On this end of the world, it is also the time when young boys are circumcised as a rite of passage to manhood. In the provinces, the boys are lined up under the sun and one by one, they face the village doctor, screaming with fright and pain as...

My days are pretty predictable: Wake up, eat, work, bath, work, commute to the office, work, go home, cook breakfast, sleep. Weekends are also predictable: Wake up, cook lunch or dinner/supper, listen to casual banter, work then sleep. This Saturday I did something different that I believe will change my son’s life...

For those who do not know me, I am a single mother with a teen-age son. Since I can’t use that “Oh talk to your father [your uncle, your grandfather, your father’s-cousin’s-neighbor-in-law] kind of excuse, I have to deal with questions boys have when they reach “that” age. In this case – whatever age that signifies...