Author:-Essa Bokarr SEY
Mother I saw you.
Mother I heard you.
Mother I was in the womb,I came out without a wound.
Perfect Job Sweet Mother! Perfect Job!
Mother you ate for me,you drank for me.
Mother am the baby that pleases you. Mother please stay with that smile!
AMBASSADOR SEY IN RURAL
AFRICA!!!
Hello Mother! Your Baby Boy! has not forgotten when you were tilling the land to feed him.
Mother I could not nod,the umblical cord is not a head.
Mommy 'Linguere!' you are the best for me!
You are the grand daughter of that great King from Saloum...Chei! Bah 'Pullloh Jeyrih!' "Ajaaraama Tiggi-Riggi!"
Mother those nine months in the womb were not hot for Si Pulloh.
I was in a natural baby cot.
Who dares say moihers are not special?!
African mother!
I saw you when the wild world opened its gates.
Mother you are so so so good.
I saw her cook,I saw her serve.
I saw her wash my shirts,shorts and socks.
I remember when you washed me near the quarry.
This is the quarry of "Laawol Saareh Jarga"-an African village near Kuntaya my sweet home!
I saw you rinse me like a pearl.
You love me more than I love myself.
I saw you eat with me,I saw you eat with the caring neighbour.
"Yaa Jai Sirah Soh Pulloh"-this old Mama too was a good soul.
When you speak my good Mama,your voice helps me choose from the varieties of life.
Do not try the principles of Bah Pulloh!
She screams when I am approaching danger.
I do not dodge Mama's RED LIGHT!
Mother made me,Mother made Brother,Mother made Sister.
God made mother!
.
I saw her carry firewood.
I saw her use wool on my wounds.
I saw her raise a pestle.
I saw her grind millet,sorghum and corn in a mortar.
We roasted peanuts at night.
We drank milk at night.
We swallowed "gossi gerrteh"-Rich porrigde!
Mother gathered baobab leaves like Sogolon the Great Mama of Sundiata Keita did,as the rising star was a cripple during the old epics of Mali.
Mother spread the sheets before slumber
Mother! I saw you doing!
I saw mother watch the African drum beat at night.
I heard mother humming a tune in the smoky kitchen.
I saw mother plough,till and sow seeds.
These were not seeds of discord,they were food for mankind.
This African Mama was weeding the fields...perfect Mama!...Perfect!
Mama cried,Mama laughed,Mama made it with through the wild road!
This is the cradle that made me,sister and brother.
We are thankful Mama!
She was coughing in the acrid smoke,she was trotting along the sandy paths.
I saw Mama's heavy load on the dusty gravel road.
Oh yah! today we are within sky scrapers within smiles and progress.
Hello! Family we are coming in from a long way!
African Mama! You were a patient near life the louse!
What a sea of perseverence!
I saw mother glow like a burning charcoal.
I saw her grow with us.
Thank you African Mama,your values are gliitering like gold!
Mother's bold face tamed life for me.
I saw my Sweet Mama grow old near me.
Mama is my gold!
Mama you are the diamond I know!
Relax...Rest...Pray...You are so precious!
This greater woman was my great Daddy's partner.
She was there until number 96 knocked on the door of fate.
Dear Bokarr Amadou Hamad Sey!
You are gone but we can still feel the spirit.
We can still remember the strength of those sacred verses from the 'Wird"
"Ajaaraamah" Bokarr Amadou Hamad Sey.
Mother has not betrayed the family tree you were watering.
She is shaking the tree!
We are nibbling the sweet fruits!
Your legacy is the sea...Father! Father! we are sailing.
The boat cannot capsize 'cause Rabbi is the compass!
Thank you Mother and Father.
Thank you God!
Author:-Essa Bokarr SEY.
Author's notes...this poem is specially dedicated to all mothers and fathers,particularly those raising their kids through life's wilderness within a challenging rural background in Subsaharan Africa. Success is there for determination.BRAVO AFRICAN MOTHERS AND FATHERS!