My mother your mother
Once my mother said to me------
My son, you need not have all thing in this world in your hand
You see, you have many shoes,shirts and enough food in your store
Do you rely need them--? I wonder
WELL how come--go out and give them to those who need it
Many of you people continue holding what is not yours
People there are hungry because you steal from them, land and every thing
Why go out, move in the street
Return to them the shoes.
The shirt and the food you store
That piece of land and do not take them again
This way you will create happiness and freedom in your mind
I continue listening to her-----.
And when they are happy.you too would be--
YOU WILL NOT SEE THEM AT YOUR DOOR,
SHOUTING THEIR VOICES HIGH---food food
out MAN and give it to us,
You thieves, murders and every thing a name may call---
In anger, I talked her and said,
\"Mama, but never was I a thief and hold nothing to those you call people\"I breathed handly
AND WONDERED WHAT SHE TELLING ME.
Look son,I know what you are --Why do you keep two pairs of shoes
Why store grains in a bag when those children next doors did not eat MEAL LAST NIGHT EEH---
i THOUGHT THIS WAS ENOUGH breathing fire and smoke
I moved out and collected the beans in my small grain store got in the next house knocked and greeted them
Then I said\" friends ,i BRING I bring some beans and maize to you.Next time make sure you ask for something\"
And how pleased mother and children became-------\"I said good by and and walked away a shamed\"
I returned to my mother and talked nothing to her till she \"asked\" and told her her the thing I have done.
\"Good.This should be a lesson to you, your children and the next generation to come\"
But you know , here in Africa, we men pretend not to hear I MOVED out with my broken heart
I have heard hear words well and clear.Starting that time I decided would become a , one like those who donate to Red Cross and on to date, THIS IS WHOM AM
WHEN i LOOK BACK TO MY HER WORDS, i JUST CANNOT CONTINUE WONDERING- WHAT -- HOW WONDERFUL HER TEACHING WAS TO ME, MY CHILDREN AND THE NEXT GENERATION TO COME
Now I would like to collect stories on how your mother helped,created you the person you are
and I am looking for a publisher to give a hand in this--come a long
Both writer and publishers I loved my mother, listened to her although it is Six years a go since she left us to go live with her creator and loved many teaching she could come up with.
SIMON MUREU
