Every night I say a prayer that I’ll be just like mum
Dec 17, 2008
Meeting Mrs. Mulindwa for the first time, one would say she is a medium sized, beautiful woman of average height. When she speaks, it is with gentleness and kindness. This woman is remarkable and I am genuinely proud to say she is in my heroine; Mrs. Mulindwa is my mother.
By Brenda Akampurira
Meeting Mrs. Mulindwa for the first time, one would say she is a medium sized, beautiful woman of average height. When she speaks, it is with gentleness and kindness. This woman is remarkable and I am genuinely proud to say she is in my heroine; Mrs. Mulindwa is my mother.
“Mummy†as my siblings and I often call her, is a hard working woman. She wakes up early in the morning and makes breakfast before waking up the rest of us. She never treats us harshly. She freely engages in housework with the hope that we shall learn from her, and over time, we have discovered that work is a blessing and not a curse. Although a career woman, she devotes lots of time to the family.
I enjoy cooking with her, most especially during family gatherings because she cracks lots of jokes making the workload seem lighter and enjoyable.
Though rest is vital, there is no single day that my mother’s brain is not at task. She has several commitments that are very demanding and yet she has to meet all of them. It is amazing how she copes with her career since she has over three jobs in places far apart. From her meagre income, mummy pays our fees and ensures we do not lack anything. This has earned her our respect and admiration.
My mother is firm in her decisions and whatever she decides upon is always for the good of us, her family. There was a time she had to pick up my brother from school because he had a terrible toothache and since my father was busy in a meeting, she had to use public means. On their way back, she fell off a motorcycle and broke her arm. In other words, the risk of losing her life did not bother her as long as her son was safe and it is such love that I honestly admire. She learnt how to use her left hand to write and is not frightened of motorcycles to this day. On many occasions, she has been faced with grave challenges but I am proud to say that she has overcome all of them.
There is no doubt that my mother is a God-fearing woman. She is strong amidst trials and temptations and always renews our hope by encouraging us to have faith in the lord. If it was not for her, I would probably be the most hopeless individual on the face of this earth, but observing how firm she is in her faith, I now believe in a better life even when circumstances seem to push me to the edge. Mrs. Mulindwa is a faithful wife and I know everyday my father has spent with her has been a blessing. She respect him and he reciprocates. When the two sit to plan for the family, I begin to appreciate the marriage institution. Every night before we sleep, I say a silent prayer that one day, I will be just like my mother; a great wife, mother and woman of substance.
Mummy has not just raised me, she is also my best friend and counselor; she corrects me when I go wrong and encourages me with praises when I have excelled in a particular area. She says if all the men who fell down stayed down, we certainly would not have any great men today. She has indeed been a mother to many and by this I mean relatives, friends and even strangers. She is always more than ready to render a helping hand to people in difficult situations. She rebukes us when we are wasteful by reminding us of those suffering in war torn areas like northern Uganda. A man once ran to our house for help; he had been shot and severely wounded. We were all afraid except mummy. She nursed his wounds and allowed him to spend the night in our house. He was so appreciative that later, the story was published in one of the local newspapers. I believe the courageous woman surely deserved such praise.
She leads an exemplary life, and strongly believes in honesty. I have no doubt we shall emulate her and become responsible citizens. When I was younger I did not understand why she punished me, but today, I am glad she disciplined me and I owe all that I am to her. And for that I am forever grateful to her.
I could speak endlessly about my heroine but even then, I would not be able to show all my appreciation. I am glad though that I am not the only one who can attest to the impact she has had on our lives, but I know that great appreciation can only be felt and not easily expressed in words.
If only one could be given access to people’s hearts, only then would the world know just how much i admire the woman we call ‘mummy’. she indeed is my heroine.
The writer is a student of Ndejje S.S.S
Meeting Mrs. Mulindwa for the first time, one would say she is a medium sized, beautiful woman of average height. When she speaks, it is with gentleness and kindness. This woman is remarkable and I am genuinely proud to say she is in my heroine; Mrs. Mulindwa is my mother.
“Mummy†as my siblings and I often call her, is a hard working woman. She wakes up early in the morning and makes breakfast before waking up the rest of us. She never treats us harshly. She freely engages in housework with the hope that we shall learn from her, and over time, we have discovered that work is a blessing and not a curse. Although a career woman, she devotes lots of time to the family.
I enjoy cooking with her, most especially during family gatherings because she cracks lots of jokes making the workload seem lighter and enjoyable.
Though rest is vital, there is no single day that my mother’s brain is not at task. She has several commitments that are very demanding and yet she has to meet all of them. It is amazing how she copes with her career since she has over three jobs in places far apart. From her meagre income, mummy pays our fees and ensures we do not lack anything. This has earned her our respect and admiration.
My mother is firm in her decisions and whatever she decides upon is always for the good of us, her family. There was a time she had to pick up my brother from school because he had a terrible toothache and since my father was busy in a meeting, she had to use public means. On their way back, she fell off a motorcycle and broke her arm. In other words, the risk of losing her life did not bother her as long as her son was safe and it is such love that I honestly admire. She learnt how to use her left hand to write and is not frightened of motorcycles to this day. On many occasions, she has been faced with grave challenges but I am proud to say that she has overcome all of them.
There is no doubt that my mother is a God-fearing woman. She is strong amidst trials and temptations and always renews our hope by encouraging us to have faith in the lord. If it was not for her, I would probably be the most hopeless individual on the face of this earth, but observing how firm she is in her faith, I now believe in a better life even when circumstances seem to push me to the edge. Mrs. Mulindwa is a faithful wife and I know everyday my father has spent with her has been a blessing. She respect him and he reciprocates. When the two sit to plan for the family, I begin to appreciate the marriage institution. Every night before we sleep, I say a silent prayer that one day, I will be just like my mother; a great wife, mother and woman of substance.
Mummy has not just raised me, she is also my best friend and counselor; she corrects me when I go wrong and encourages me with praises when I have excelled in a particular area. She says if all the men who fell down stayed down, we certainly would not have any great men today. She has indeed been a mother to many and by this I mean relatives, friends and even strangers. She is always more than ready to render a helping hand to people in difficult situations. She rebukes us when we are wasteful by reminding us of those suffering in war torn areas like northern Uganda. A man once ran to our house for help; he had been shot and severely wounded. We were all afraid except mummy. She nursed his wounds and allowed him to spend the night in our house. He was so appreciative that later, the story was published in one of the local newspapers. I believe the courageous woman surely deserved such praise.
She leads an exemplary life, and strongly believes in honesty. I have no doubt we shall emulate her and become responsible citizens. When I was younger I did not understand why she punished me, but today, I am glad she disciplined me and I owe all that I am to her. And for that I am forever grateful to her.
I could speak endlessly about my heroine but even then, I would not be able to show all my appreciation. I am glad though that I am not the only one who can attest to the impact she has had on our lives, but I know that great appreciation can only be felt and not easily expressed in words.
If only one could be given access to people’s hearts, only then would the world know just how much i admire the woman we call ‘mummy’. she indeed is my heroine.
The writer is a student of Ndejje S.S.S