Reflections

Motherless Child. MS/2019/04

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I was stunned at the Lamentations of him who lost his mother to join our unfortunate group as a motherless child. “You have taken her on whom I leaned for support, you have pulled me away from the breast of my mother’s love, oh wicked death”, he cried. From a grieving heart, these words, so empathetically expressed, led me to the engulfing valley of grief and anger. They all came to life again, the past feelings I thought have been buried in the grave of the unconscious for ever. As in a flash, they all came over me with a horrendous intensity. But as a matter of fact, they were my feelings as a motherless child and no other’s.

While the bereaved was lamenting the wickedness of death, I cried for the wickedness of my mother who abandoned me after my birth, and my foster mother who continuously reminded me with scoldings and derogation that I was picked up by the roadside. By ordinary design of nature, every child has a mother. But usually the lives of motherless children expose the wickedness of death or of heartless mothers who hide away from their children and perpetually deny them maternal presence and love.

On a number of occasions, I have querried God for giving me a heartless and fake mother. Generally, I know that mothers are epitome of resilience and love. But that is not so in the instance of my own mother, who threw me away as I was told because I was an unwanted evidence of her dirty past, or perhaps, a carbon copy of the man who ruined her ambition and broke her heart. For her own convenience, she subjected me to the trauma of living as a motherless child.

Nevertheless, I know with certainty, that I am not more burdensome than every other person. In fact I am a gift, divinely sent to heal the broken hearted. And for all the emotionally wounded, I stand as a personalized therapy to guarantee their healing and wholeness. In order that I may accomplish my vocation as Good wants, I ask of Him a favour. This being a clear perception of reality, such that I do not, by transference , see the wickedness of my mother in every woman I encounter.

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7 Comments

  1. Kenneth Chinweike

    February 19, 2019 at 9:41 am

    Nice one Padre. I so much love this for the fact that that there is a determination to end the cycle of hatred. God bless all females who are mothers.

  2. Princess Efobi Chinecherem

    February 20, 2019 at 6:46 pm

    This is great Padre.
    Am a kind of victim.

    I really love this

    • frozuluonyew

      February 20, 2019 at 8:32 pm

      Thanks for reading mustardstories, remain blessed.

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      March 26, 2019 at 6:50 am

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