My African Matriarch

"MY AFRICAN MATRIARCH"
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She is everything that builds me
Your where I found refuge my anchor
You believed in me when No one could
Was it not,you who loved me endlessly
Loved? Oh no you still do.

I grew up not understanding your sacrifices
Your the one who walked miles
Yes miles barefooted so I could wear shoes
You sleeped with empty stomach
Not once or twice but more than I could count
So that I could not go hungry
Yes you build me to be me

But I took it all for granted
You forged a gentleman in me
You were my mother yet my father
You did a very hard labour
Was it not construction?
Was it not mining tell me.
Yet I only

By Moses Koome