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My Mother



I know a warrior, a woman.
A man with a softer side but never allows to be pushed aside.
She accepts no no until her children are satisfied.
Always on her feet face to face with terror and defeat.
Yet she dances strategically to the economical beat.
Strong not just for herself but also for her children.
Her plans for tomorrow is set even before he comes knocking. 
And satisfaction of her family is her spoil of war. 
Second in command but not to her family's demand.
Can't compare her to any other
Because, she is my mother.

  • By; Wise Makafui Afun
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