The Day I met my Mum.

The Day I met my Mum.

She was always there. A larger than-life and an ever constant presence in my life. I not only loved her, I stood in awe of her. There was something about her that was both intimidating and reassuring at the same time, and she was just 5’3.I also was proud of her...
And, as humble as she was.

And, as humble as she was.

As humble a woman as my Mum.As humble a woman as she was,as humble was her life we saw,she gleamed like the star she was,a life very conscientious she lived,examples enduring she laid,stand tall always, she said,against every adversary,that way, you don´t end up in...
The heart of the matter.

The heart of the matter.

I am one of the many people who believe that their Mums are the best. I won’t be the first to sing my Mum’s praise.It is indeed, no secret to everyone that know me that my mum was the strongest influence in my life. I speak about my Mum, every chance I...
The gift of trust!

The gift of trust!

Just before I left home, three weeks after my 16th birthday, my Mum called me into a private meeting with her and while looking me directly in the eyes, she told me she was allowing me go, only because she trusted me completely and firmly believed that I would hold on...