# African Motherhood In the heat of the sun, she toils and bears, A pillar of strength, through joy and despair. Her husband’s infidelity, a weight on her chest, Yet she stands tall, a fortress, unbroken and blessed. ka odiri Chukwu, she prays with a sigh, ”Let it be left for God,” as she wipes away her tears, and dries her eyes. Four girls, no boy, a societal shame, But she beams with pride, at her daughters’ names. Childless, she’s labeled, a woman incomplete, But she knows her worth, in the love she creates. Expected to be a wife, and bring to the table too, She works hard, and provides, with a spirit anew. In the midst of struggles, she finds her voice, A warrior, a mother, a queen, a choice. She rises above, the societal norms, And forges her path, with a heart that storms. Her strength is her shield, her resilience her might, She faces each day, with a courageous light. ka odiri Chukwu, she trusts in God’s plan, And finds solace, in the love of her clan. She’s the backbone, the heart, and the soul, Of the African family, she’s the goal. Her story’s one, of trials and strife, But also of triumph, and a life worth living, rife. So let’s celebrate, this African queen, A mother, a warrior, a woman serene. her story’s told, Of strength, resilience, and a heart of gold, Ugochukwu!
