Street Peeper Zimbabwe Street Peeper April 2018 | Page 63

CINGI
See, the thing with my Mum, Mrs Mum
as I like to call her, is she always had
this thing that made her distinct yet I
see in many other women. She isn't
your typical African woman, but you'd
still see some aspects of hers in other
women. Like she was created from bits
and pieces of a whole nation of ladies,
coming up with the amazing result
which I am privileged to call "mother".
Its as if she is a master piece blanket
made out of little of many other
women who lived before and will live
after her.
mother went through the toughest of
stages as a parent that is watch your
own child whither away and get en-
gulfed by death slowly. My littlest sis-
ter was born with just too many com-
plications for one little person.
My mom's and her life were both at
stake at the time of her birth, but my
mother had to fight like a warrior put
at the forefront of a battlefield for both
herself and her baby's life.My immedi-
ate Baby sister, was seemingly the fine
one but all her tantrums and moments
That's probably because that is the
of breaking down left everything up
case. Women are a product of other
side down! And then me, a growing
women, and my Mum is just made from
little girl who desperately needed a
genes and qualities of women who
mother but couldn't get her.
birthed her, women who nurtured her
and also women she begot. That's just
how perfectly created that woman is.
So basically at the time my littlest sis-
Let me tell you more.
ter was born our ages respectively
My mother had us at 19. Twins at 19.
With almost absent family members.
She was told when we were born that
one baby had celebral pulsy and so she
would have disabilities and the like
later in life. She still held both of us
dearly and never believed that could
anyhow affect our growth. She gave us
a happy childhood.
All my memories are filled with joy
from my childhood. She held every-
thing together like a woman knitting a
Jersey. Ever seen a young girl forced to
be a woman early defy odds and just
make ends meet from parallel roads?
My mother was that type of woman,
she still is actually!She gave up a lot of
her dreams for us. My sister started
having fits because she was epileptic
when we reached 5 years old.
At that time, the belief was we were
probably bewitched(well thats Africa
were
two
11
year
olds
and
a
4
year
old
I remember like it was yesterday, the
for you) and so she went through a
days my mother took care of four girls and all of us not normally setup lol.
whole lot of influence from family and
That
meant
Mummy
had
to
have
a
firm
all with issues. My twin sister had cele-
friends with just so many advises from
bral pulsy from when we were 6 years hand in bringing us up, but how would all angles of life.
old, so she could not walk or talk or sit she when everything around her seem-
ingly didn't favor her?
properly or anything. By the time we
reached 14, she was brain dead and my