Unsung heroines: Tribute to my mother.
I didn’t want to write about her in the heat of the celebrations not because she doesn’t deserve the festivities. No. In fact she deserves all the attention worth of any heroine. I purposely delayed her tribute so that when I finally publish, it gets good attention. I didn’t want her tribute to be swallowed and absorbed into the old, repetitive and boring hypocritical tributes paid by our insincere political leaders to our independence heroes whose families are still languishing in abject poverty due to betrayed dreams. You see, she didn’t attend the Whiteman's classes. People said she didn’t read others said she didn’t go to school while others used more derogatory labels such as “ illiterate " to describe her. These didn’t bother me at all. To me she was simply the best in world. I cannot find any other woman comparable to her. I will never find one. And I am also not looking for any. Writing about this kind of a woman is such an uphill task. The problem is that you do...