My Mother, the most inspirational woman in my life
The woman I respect and admire most is my mother. A brief recollection of her background is my mother was born in a city called Lagos in Nigeria, and among 13 children her own Mum had, there was only two survivors, my mum and her older sister. From a young age, my mother has always been ambitious. She left Nigeria in the 50s to emigrate to the United Kingdom. My mother put herself through school and became a nurse. She met my father and had 6 children, which I am the last but also a twin, and all of us were girls. This, will not be accepted by the African culture, because boys do carry the family name. My mother was tricked back to Africa,selling all her belongings, her house,cars, and was deceived by her husband to deposit it into his account. On getting back to Nigeria, my mother’s suffering began. She was beaten, cheated on, and many cucumbines of my father and his family mocked her. My mother being a strong woman, focused on her work and children. While my father was busy with his adulterous lifestyle, even bearing three children out of wedlock, my mother was busy building a house, a business and a future for herself and her children. One day, my mother woke us all up in the night and we drove to our new house. Although the house built did not have a roof, we the children loved lying down peacefully and looking up to the moon and stars, relieved that we have left the abusive conditions. The house was built and finished while we lived there. My mother delved into work, opening a chemist and a farm which we bred chickens which eventually became a poultry and the main source of egg distribution in our area. My mother showed her kindness and generosity, by helping The villagers and anyone needing medical care, free of charge. At a young age of 5, we started learning and helping in cleaning wounds, assuring patients and helping with medications under the supervision of our mother. My mother worked really hard, and we as children helped. In 1982, one one fateful day, an uncle visited us to inform us about the death of my father, he died in a car crash which, one of his cuncumbines was in the car, her son, and one of my eldest sister, he was escaping with his girlfriend and their son, when he only met his untimely death. This affected my mother a great deal, but as we were young, we could not comprehend what was going on, but we knew that we had just lost our father, but we were never close to him to cry. My mother then decided it was time for all of us to leave the country as she saw our situation as vulnerable, and many people would like to take advantage of us. My mother sold her poultry and chemist, and bought all six children our ticket to freedom, back to the United Kingdom. Challenges in the UK was met by my fierce mother, and she brought all her girls up to work hard, have a good income to support ourselves and taught us to always stand for our rights, apologize if we are wrong, and to be kind and selfless to others. My mother shaped 4 of her children into the medical career, one of my sister became a doctor, another a pharmacist, and two of us became a nurses. My mother has always been an inspiration to me and continues to be, her selflessness, kindness and her non judgmental character has shaped me into the woman I am today. I have 5 children, and I am fortunate to have boys among my children. Now my mother is at a old age with grandchildren and great grandchildren, and the envy of the family who once cast her out and now her children are who they look up too for help and advice. My mother is a great inspiration to my generation, her generation, and other generations to come. Her hard work and prevalence paid well, and now my mother is still working hard to help people even at the age of 82, which I find admirable and I do have a lot of respect for my mother and what she has been through, her story is a survival story.