My mother, my queen, another birthday, a reminder that I am blessed

My mother, my queen, moons and moons ago in a faaaaaaaaar away land somewhere in a village called Tuaran, Sabah, Malaysia, on this day a beautiful soul was born. My mother, my queen, my stronghold, my reminder that indeed, i am blessed. Yet again i'm sure some of you will be for the first time learning that my mother, is Malaysian, that is the nature of social networks these days, you think you know someone and then you find out that you actually do not know them. Anyway, moving along, my mother today turns a year older, i miss her, i wish i was where she is right now, in Lesotho, or if she were here where i am, so we could just celebrate and thank God for another year, another blessing and pray to God for more years. By God's grace she is still here today, a strong woman she is, a woman who left her far far far away land and fell in love with none other but my father, who is Tanzanian by the way for the benefit of those who find themselves not knowing my history. 

A mother of 3 beautiful girls, and a grandmother of 2 and soon to be 3 and hopefully by God's grace more. I think right now the most befitting gift for her is the grandchild which by God's grace should arrive in not more than 5 days from today. I know she cannot wait for that and i am very happy on her behalf. A beautiful woman she is, a strong woman she is, a very quiet woman she is. Sometimes i wonder if she is really my mother, coz this apple surely fell too far away from that tree, well except for the beauty of course. My mother is a woman of very few words, a very principled woman, a woman who laid the foundation for what and who i am today. As i go through life i am constantly reminded of the teachings i got from her, sadly one only gets reminded of these as they experience other people going about their lives. 

Besides being a mother and grandmother she is a wife of a very stubborn but loving African man, my father, we will get into that another day. Yes they met during their PHD years in Wisconsin some mooooons ago. A teacher by profession, referred to as Prof M.M.Keregero by her students. To me she simply MAMA. I am thankful to God for the blessing of her in my life, for the teachings she continues to impart on me, for the example she continues to be in my life, for the strong woman that she is. If she was here, rest assured we would have headed to that Chinese restaurant this evening, and had that cake, and blew out those candles and wined and dined and smiled and shared moments of laughter and lots and lots of pictures. But she is not here, she is far away, she is alone, my dad is out of the country too. But i am comforted by God's grace, the knowledge that wherever she is, she is healthy, she is happy and although i miss her, i am blessed to have her and comforted by knowing that when i do get to see her, we surely will celebrate another milestone in her life. Love you mama. This was supposed to be longer but because emotions are threatening to get the better of me, i'll end here. Happy birthday mama, i love you. May God continue to bless us with your presence.