ALL HAIL OUR MOTHERS

A TRIBUTE TO OUR SOCIETY’S JEWELS

Quite a number of times, in my counseling sessions, I have proffered the following advice to married men experiencing stress in their marital relationship and trying to unload a plethora of complaints against their wives. “If you ever wish to forgive your wife virtually every perceived wrong done to you, then step into the labour room with her the next time she goes to have your baby. If you watch her go through the rigours and survive the dealth throes to bring your bundle of joy into the world, and you still cannot forgive her even her future sins, then you surely would be needing deliverance”.

You see, every time a woman steps into the labour room to have a baby, she is putting her very life on the line. Childbirth is not just the ultimate labour of love, but also the ultimate sacrifice. Childbirth actually comes as close to Calvary as any human blood ritual can get.

Because anything can happen in a Labour Room, woman who comes out of it alive is not only a champion athlete, but also a living miracle who must be celebrated, to the glory of the Almighty God.

Motherhood from day one is a tasking, energy-sapping, full time undertaking. Mothers of all categories, whether married or single, deserved appreciation, accolades and tributes from family, the immediate community and society at large. Traditional African society have recognized this truism for ages, which is why they celebrate childbirth with so much funfare.

The working mother-or more correctly, the extra-working mother, since motherhood per se is work – therefore deserve more than a double portion of whatever laurels are due to moms. The working mom is a precious metal. Precious, for all the obvious reason; and “metals” because  they are really strong and resilient. As metals working mothers are also vulnerable to the endemic corrosion and rustiness caused by the neglect, abuse, and overuse of a culpably ungrateful society. 

By Rev. G. O. D. Niger (Rev. Niger passed on September 2010 but he still lives in our mind) I miss him. A great man of God.