Every Child Deserves To Be Cared For


As I am thinking about humanity in general, I look at the beginning of a human being. I say: I am here right now, I am alive. It did not hurt to have me alive. Even thought my progenitors must have gone true a lot, I thank them both and especially my mother to have carried my pregnancy for the period of 9 months, to have accepted to bringing me into life and have taken care of me despite the rough moments between her and her husband, Thank you maman for not listening to what people said such as : if you can not have peace with him, just get ride of the pregnancy, that man does not deserve you, more why don’t to you just leave. I understand the days, maman, you cried day and night secretly, wiping your tears and putting a smile back onto your face to simulate joy in pain, sufferance and misery, I see that night without sleep and your pillow s wet of your overflowing and non stop  tears. Not knowing  whom to talk to at least your own mother would’ve helped, but she was sick in the village.  I see that night when you felt like killing yourself because you taught you did so wrong to the world that you did not think that you deserved to live and neither did you child; me. I can see the day you went to the farm and may be wished you could be hurt, just disappear or something so that nobody will have to worry about you and your multitudes troubles and problems. Then I curse the day that anybody or any spirit encouraged you to think evil. I curse the day you run away, off your husband’s roof because you wanted to be free to have me in peace but at the same time you were also thinking of both of us’ death. Maman,  you went to the river,  and fountain, singing a song of hope, praying God to not abandon you to people ‘s mockery. Maman , on your way to the forest in search of fire wood, corn, cassava for our up keeping thinking about what people, your neighbors are saying about you. In you multiple deep thoughts, you stepped on the  animals on you way to the bush and nothing happened because our Lord was protecting you. Maman, you made somehow, anyhow to that day. That day that a child was born. A day that God believed you and your child. That was the day you knew that your baby was a baby girl. At the minute you felt me out of your womb, your felt some happiness because I came as a girl. Then at the same time, the fear of what people were going to say among themselves and what others will let you hear. Ooh! what can a girl do? that was not your mentality maman, it was “cultural”. The first person been your own husband, my father. I know that you gave an answer to that question; my baby might a girl, worth nothing to you, but I know that she will be somebody who will one day go and fetch water for me from the river and from the fountain.  Maman let me personally tell you that you have made and you have won. You are a Winner. And I know that you said to yourself: ”as long as I live, my child will also live. She will eat what I eat even if she is not the age to eat that.”  Thank you maman for giving me life, for feeding me, for caring me on you back even when you had to work in the farm, market. Sorry for,  cried on your back as the sun was rising.  I sometimes did this because I wanted and needed baby and mother time. I am so sorry if I wanted to be breast-fed at a moment you needed to finish a portion of the work.  You have watched me go true the stages of growth. You fed me, took care of me, when I was sick you cried wishing to take my sickness upon yourself and suffer at my place. You taught me my first steps : “Kadaa” . As I was afraid to walk toward you, you encouraged me. I feel for you on the  days that I was sick and you were sick too. But  you still had to do the house shores. Oh Da, today, I understand what you went thru. How I wish I could become somebody and pay you back, wipe your tears, to shelter you better, to feed you like you did, to help you walk as you become old, the same way you did for me when I was learning to walk, as you did by teaching me my first steps. I can never finish thanking for you again, and alone took me to my first school. I remember how hard it was to find a place in the nearest schools. You took the decision at last minutes because you were waiting for father to decide about my going to school. Then it did not happen. That is why one blessed afternoon. after school started I don’t know how long ago, you took me to different schools where we were told that it was too late and the classes were full. I you did not insist, I would’ve stayed home for another year. Finally, at Saint Monique Catholic School, you accepted their condition to place me in kinder garden because their first grade classes were full . Maman, thank you for reading my first books with me. But Maman may I ask you a question? How did you make to read for me and with me? You told me later that you did not go to school. You were a very smart woman, that would’ve done better if you were given some chances. I love you and I will always love you.

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About Mapassion5

I am a God fearing person who loves people regardless of their origin, race, culture and intellectual background, the list can go on. God is spirit, and those who worship him must worship in spirit and truth. John 4: 24 I pray the Lord Almighty to lead me by his spirit so that I may know and speak the truth at all time of my life and everywhere I am. I have the passion of taking care of people. I worked as a nursing assistant for five years taking care of elderly people. Now, I am taking care of people's beauty. I have being growing up as a mother and father to my sibling. At the moment, I am the president and co-founder of a non-profit organization: Friends of the Disadvantaged Students for Brighter Future with the mission to help students in the rural areas in Africa. Actually, we have started in Togo where I am from by paying some students school fees, school supplies and other necessary things. I believe that with God by my side, everything I dream of will come to happen. I am a Documentalist and Cosmetologist who likes to research, I love to learn, to know, to look for and discorver. I love the think before I make any decision. I love to write and to read. I am here to learn and share. Before I forget, I am a huge fan of Gospel Music. It makes my day. I feel fulfill when I sing and dance for the Lord; althought I am not a good singer neither am I a good dancer but still , I can dance for my glorious savior. Peace and Love to you all.
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One Response to Every Child Deserves To Be Cared For

  1. RSS Subscribed! Excellent informational resource,I’ll explain to a friend

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