When the food was not enough for everyone, our mothers would quietly say, “I’m not hungry,” just so their children could eat.
Not because they were full… but because our stomachs mattered more than theirs.
When we asked for more food after finishing our plates, they would take from their own portion and place it into ours with a smile.
They were always the last to eat, making sure every child had enough before thinking about themselves.
If visitors arrived while we were eating, our mothers would willingly give up the food on their own plates to welcome the guest.
That is the African spirit.
That is sacrifice.
That is love.
Even while watching us eat, their first concern was never themselves.
It was always:
“Have your brothers and sisters eaten too?”
They taught us never to waste food, because they knew the pain of going without.
Every leftover was carefully covered and saved for later, because tomorrow was never guaranteed.
And when the nights were cold, they would wake up again and again to ask if we were warm enough.
If we were not, they would remove their own blankets and cover us first.
Our African mothers carried entire families on their backs without ever asking for applause.
They sacrificed silently.
Loved endlessly.
And gave everything they had so their children could dream bigger than they ever could.
To the African mother:
You are strength.
You are sacrifice.
You are the heartbeat of the continent.
No words will ever fully explain your love.
We love you deeply.
We honor you endlessly.
Written By — K.V.A Muvavarirwa
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