She woke me up at six-thirty that morning as usual in lieu of the long school day I had ahead, as I left bed, she couldn’t help but get a queer feeling so she asked me whether I was okay to which I replied jokingly that I would be the day no one had to wake me up.
Brushing away my ill-placed humour, she gave my neck a long pat and confirmed her fears that I wasn’t as fine as I thought I was, when I suddenly felt nauseated she sent me to the washroom, closely tracking behind me and standing by the door in case I needed her; which I highly doubted.
I emptied the residue of the previous night’s meal and to my horror realized that there were sizable amounts of blood in my puke, I was vomiting blood, to add insult to injury my body felt light, I was really weak, in the next moments the floor faded in on me and I collapsed hitting my head on the floor.
When I gained consciousness moments later, I was on her back, that woman that I had never seen jogging around Namuwongo streets in sneakers ran with me for a kilometre, panting and sweating, exhausted but never getting tired, that same woman found the clinic closed and attacked the doctor at his house, she wasn’t going to let whatever ailment I had suck the life out of her ten year old.
After threatening the physician over my recovery and confirming that I would be okay, she returned home and prepared my sister for school, continued to be a housewife, a mother, leader and role model, I respect women because I love that woman, happy belated women’s day Betty Lissy, my mother.
Discipline, humility, empathy, hard work, respect and prayer are just a few values instilled into me by that skinny woman, jolly but lethal woman and although sometimes I fall short of her expectations, I can always count upon her forgiveness, because like in the hearts of all mothers who always love their children inspite of all flaws she always has a soft spot for me that is mine, exclusively mine.
To all those women who continue to make a difference in our lives sometimes braving poverty, sickness, abuse, violence and harassment amongst thousands of societal ills, and still raise us their children with love and care, I say to them happy belated women’s day and mother’s day, one day is not enough to express our gratitude.
“All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.”
― Abraham Lincoln