Making Mothers Matter in the difference

I am the fifth child in a family of nine from a humble abode grown up to accept things I can handle and leave GOD to handle those I cannot change. Life is such a ballad full of pleasant & unpleasant surprises but only complete when all phases are experienced. I grew up in the hilly slopes of Banja knowing every girl at a certain age must earn respect of the society once she is married, gives birth and caters for her family, but now, I have a different version of Life's cruise. I have been pregnant 5 times readers but I still do not have a child at 28 due to circumstances I can't use words to explain. My first child died at 6 years without uttering a word nor made a move and when I dug deep to find out why my boy could not talk at his age, a friend I love so much happened to be the root cause of my misfortune. I had a 5, 7 & 3 month old miscarraige(s) respectively and two years ago I had a fifth pregnancy, gave birth to my beautiful baby whose condition obliged an urgent transfer to one of the District hospitals in Douala and despite all expenditures to save my baby, I saw her take her last breath upon arrival at the hospital where she had to be put in a nest for premature babies, so that she still feels the warmth of the womb enabling it to live normally till I am ready to take her home. I am still single and searching at 28. Sometimes I ask myself questions, answers are deeply farfetched when I listen to the next.

I am a 26 year old mother of two children I abandonned because of greed and competition I should have surpassed. I got initiated to a deadly  spiritual joint by my kid sister who told me I will have anything I wanted once a member. I took the lives of 11 persons and the 12th, My husband didn't spare me the trouble. It all started like a joke and before i knew it, i was living a life of a different world on this planet. Status, money and fame was all I wanted at all cost,one of the reasons why I married a well to do mechanical engineer at my tender age,when my mates were at the university furthering their education. I had done all that was required of me and that famous night I had to organise a party, lull my husband to sleep with me so i could reach that stage that will earn me much money, thus respect in the society. I told him i was organising a party and he told me not to, because he neither had the money for the birthday ceremony, nor saw the need for the occasion. Since I knew my mission, I got my guests all dressed in hot pants to come and I threw the party at my matrimonial home. When he arrived, I seduced him to no avail and I forced him with the aid of my mother & kid sister to sleep with me that night. Spiritually alert, he rejected my offer and when the neighbours came to his safety, I ran mad. This stage of mental distress lasted 4 months after which I died leaving behind my 2 lovely kids & husband because of greed and quick to get wealth. I gave birth but did not enjoy the priviledge of motherhood.

I am a successful young woman whose life is a testimony at every level. I have taken care of so many ungrateful children who forget so easily how I took them, cleaned them and gave them life, even their parents could not and will never do. All I get from these kids is scorn, disrespect and insults. I remember how my phone calls transformed their miserable lives to some status they now enjoy and have forgotten so soon how they got there. I leave each insult to GOD to handle as I live that life of pain knowing gain will come at GOD's time for them to know: 'No condition is permanent'. What I don't get and understand is how a child could grow up and forget her origins and humble beginnings so soon. I even get confused when I know how prayerful these girls could be and ask GOD many a times if we are serving the same GOD of there is some degree of pretence somewhere. I don't have kids of my own but I bring up children who even insult me with my predicament blaming me for not making babies because I eat them up through diabolical means to make money and fame my everything.The question I ask myself is how one could possibly stay, dine, wine and pray with a witch for months without being one.

I am a mother of a lovely little girl I had at age eighteen. I have a nice job but spend little or no time with my queen because of the nature of my job. I so happen to have a kind, lovely and understanding mother who runs all my motherly calls & errands for me. In fact, she gives my daughter what I could not and cannot give her in the next generation because I wasn't prepared for the pregnancy. Its a mistake I can't deny but I'm proud of boasting with my mates with that achievement of mine. Honestly speaking, I don't know how I would have done it without the help of my mum.

Who is a mother? Who do you call your child? how far can you go to mother a child? Must you be a mother only and only if you bear a child? Can you adopt kids from orphanages who will turn all of a sudden to be your worst nightmare? Should you sleep with another man just to be a mother? What do you tell the lad about his origins when he grows up? Must you allow your life to be dictated by the society?

They all have a story, a fine tale and write up to inspire this generation lost in the middle of the sea. Women without kids are mothers and girls/women who give birth to babies they later abandon in the dustbin due to whatever circumstance, cannot term themselves 'Mothers' because they disgrace woman hood and will never be virtue if people see vice.

I don't know in which of the 4 stories you relate more with, but I know there ain't any difference, especially after hearing News early this Morning, of a hardworking woman who has been married for 18 years without issue, dieing in the childbearing process. Is she going to mother the child from the game? If this pricks your mind, then you must not allow society dictate the course of your life but take matters into your hands and make the difference.