Mma

You’re up before the sun to kindle the fire and this family with hard work and murmured prayers. Your work clothes’ stains and rips are just further proof of the love in your labor. I am thankful for our silent morning teatimes, your steadfast dedication to walk to and from church every Sunday no matter the heat, and the beauty of a rare smile spilling across your face. I remember the first time we laughed together about the cardboard ‘tafola’ we ate breakfast around that one Saturday morning, and I still can’t help but stand in shock when you grab the whip and yell “DIPUUUUUDIIII” as you scare the goats out of our yard. I might get annoyed when you correct me in the kitchen, but mostly I am thankful for how you adopted me into your family as one of your own. Your strength and devotion do not go unnoticed.

Today is your day, and I hope you feel my love for you even if I don’t have the words to express it in Sepedi.

Happy birthday, Mma.