By Kgomotso J Kgopa, South Africa:
These words are just a shadow of what you really mean and stand for in my life
Yes, an old testament that does not begin to newly testify the woman that you are
The silence of midnight was broken by your screams as labour stood knocking
On the door of past and present
Each foot on each realm – tapping to time's 'tic toc' rhythms
As the future unfolded
Chemical imbalances sequenced as you carried me without fail
Striding your way to hospital as waters and sweat broke
Blood dripping down your thighs while the Earth opened up and sought to sip
Thus, that I be introduced into the world
You gracefully carried my weight along with yours
As you balanced and stood your ground as adversity came
You shook the lands and the womb fiercely with lullabies and hymns when nights of trouble set
Mama, you broke portions of life and fed me from the day I lay in your arms
Until the day I stood on my own two feet
You broke Wisdom in to bits, and showed me that the Wise first become the 'Dom'
And that Wisdom itself is fine-lined
You never hesitated to say “Wis” and “Dom” were bridged and met somewhere through experience
Forgive my tongue, for words fail me
Mama, your God lives
You are delicate yet you possess immeasurable strength
You possess the strength of man and woman combined
A woman of underestimated stature yet you stand in the midst of kings and queens
You stand tall in my conscious
A rough diamond in the midst of social rubble
Mama, you exhume confidence in silence as your enemies think that that is all to you
Then you open your mouth and they all fall to the ground
You glow through your troubles
That's just God's mystery behind the phenomena “Woman”
Work of your hands are blessed
Forgive my tongue, Joyce, for words fail me!
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