In honor of Mothers' Day, I'd like to thankfully Acknowledge all the women of wit and wisdom Who have helped me to form my impressions of me.
The first time it happened it didn’t bother me because I was very young and everyone believed I had malaria, then it began happening more frequently so I was on medication my grandfather being aroun
Mother, After three months you were born, Grandma passed away… You were then raised by your aunty, Not knowing your real family, Didn’t even know you had another sister… Mother,
Education is the gift that keeps on giving, and Kate Fletcher is living proof of that.
Even In Prison, you made me realize we have rights! Honour of Dr. Isatou Touray
Getting my education was a challenge. My father died just before I was born. My mom was illiterate, jobless – a destitute widow with six mouths to feed besides her own.
You are all I have to work and smile for, You give me all the reasons to wake up early each day, You have always been the reason I go to bed late,
Tears, I have tears, Tears, behind my eyes, I often think of using them, But then, I think! Tears will not free my village, From poverty! Think of those in my village,
Day in and day out, the lovely rhythm of the motor - lulling us to sleep and giving us comfort. My lovely mother and her sewing machine: earned the clothes we wore; earned the food we ate;