While waking me up, she would sing!
while doing her laundry, by hand as hard as it was, she would sing!
While making black tea as we grew it in the post colonial highlands of .Ke, she would sing!
while cooking Ugali sukuma for lunch, as tasty as she made it and i miss it a lot, she would sing!
While showering in the outdoor basin shower that Baba constructed for us, she would sing!
While going to chamaa where all women in the neighborhood met and talked and laughed like they only could,
she would sing…..my mama, she would sing!
And now i miss her voice, her genuine wonderful voice, she would sing!
Not that i can stay long without speaking to her, truth-a day is too long even when i am this far,
but she would sing, and its that soothing caring voice i miss to not just hear but see, witness again live,
she would sing!!
Whenever failure faced her, she would sing it off and live to correct herself another day,
precious as it was, she would sing more,
and now i hope not just for me, but for a family that i may in future raise, she would sing more..
All mothers breathing a bright dawn of light to tender needing babies, please do sing more,
even when they are older and grown up, please sing more..
the songs of merry never fail to satisfy a colorful magical world for us kids, even as we grow old for anybody to remember childish jokes, a song by mama always satisfys, she would sing, please do it more, she would sing..i hope forever!!