Thoughts of my late Mom, on Mother’s Day

My late mother, Chrissy Nasilina Dzikanyanga, nee Mphamba will always occupy a special place in my life come rain or sunshine. I am what I am today because of her. I have crossed deep oceans but found none as deep as my love for her. 

This courageous woman carried me in her womb for nine months to preserve my life. As if that was not enough she braved a cesarean section on 11^th June at Likuni Hospital in Lilongwe to bring me into this world. When I think about how other women abort innocent fetuses like nobody’s business and go scot free, I consider myself privileged and my mother a virtuous woman.

My mother was the best teacher, counselor, guide, guardian, friend, nurse, lawyer and judge that I have had in my life. She could forgo food just to make sure that I had enough to eat. She never forgot to tell me how I was feeling every morning and every evening. Whenever I was happy she was happy too and when I was sad she was sad as well but was always ready to give me soul soothing words. 

I had always been a child to my mother. She was never afraid of me even when I grew taller than her, started a body building programme, add some muscles and put a six pad on my stomach. She would shout at me like a baby and I wouldn’t dare challenge her. I always liked my mother for that. She demonstrated that she cared much about me and my siblings. Even after the passing on of our magnificent father, she remained in control of the family affairs.

My mother also taught me the power of prayer. It will be unbecoming of me if I don’t disclose today that it was a biblical verse she wrote in her letter to me and a soul touching prayer she gave over me that opened the doors to prosperity for me.

It was that verse and prayer that gave me the courage and strength to move on when I had almost given up on acquiring some sound tertiary education. I always tell my friends that my journey to prosperity began with a verse and prayer. It’s sad that my mother died while I was still in college, before she could see the fruits of her hard labour.

Ladies and gentlemen, it even pains me to realize that Pasha my daughter will never see her virtuous grandmother in fresh. She will only see her in photographs and reconstruct her life in the moving stories that she will be told about her marvelous granny. A woman full of advice and funny folk tales.

Honestly, I envy all of you guys who had the opportunity to share some wonderful moments with your mothers and give something as a token of appreciation for their priceless effort in preserving your lives today. As for me, I can only visit her tomb and thank her immortal soul.

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, join me in paying homage to the most wonderful mother in the world, Chrissy Nasilina Dzikanyanga, nee Mphamba. May God bless her immortal soul!