My mother, my mother, my sweet mother;
you went through the burden of nine months,
heaviness, and through pains with weariness;
you never rested, making sure that
I was comfortable.
Even when things seem so impossible,
you turned the table, and made it possible.
With your last strength when I was due,
you had to push, and push,
a little more push, then I came out fresh
like the morning dew.
With your blood like a honey comb clothing me,
I felt the warmness of your hands carry me;
even when I was till tender to see,
I could feel the smiles and joy in
your heart of a fulfilled mother.
Oh! My dearest mother
Nnem, Nnem, Nnemmoma.
Who can be compared to thee?
Your breast is the sweetest, and the purest,
your milk is the richest in nutrient;
making me grow in strength,
building me up from day to day, week to weeks,
month to months, year to years;
until I could crawl,
seat with balance,
then stand perfectly with no helping hand.
Not until I could walk without staggering.
You curdle me when I cry,
play with me, just to make me smile,
sing lovely rhythm while I doze-off on your back,
in care, I had no lack.
Your lap was like a first class
where I have my tender bath.
Oh! Omalicha Nnemoma
Iya me, Iya me, Iya to da
You thought me how to pray before I eat,
our lord’s prayer before I go to sleep,
your bosom was so rich;
you scorn me whenever I go wrong,
in every situation, to be thankful to God.
Every night you read me lovely fairy tales
of angels watching over the place where I lay.
Your voice is the sweetest tone,
like a flute with angelic hymn.
You told me how splendor paradise glitter,
where we all will spend eternity together, forever.
With no sorrow eluded cloud,
we will be shining like a star twinkle On the river;
you thought me never to surrender,
A place forever young, never old,
I can remember, that was how the story was told.
You said that one day,
that the mysteries of life and death will unfold.
You said that life is a mystical revelation,
which requires me to be bold to behold,
even against all foes and woes.
That I have to stand on my toes,
to see beyond my nose.
Like an eagle watching over it’s eaglet in its nest,
you remain the best, even in your rest.
iya me, Mama mi kosi eni to da bi re
DEDICATED TO MY MOTHER