Sunday 12th May was Mother’s Day. I normally attend church service whenever this special occasion is celebrated . This year however, I was not able to go to church. I spent the day with some of my grandchildren. During the afternoon we danced several times to the popular children’s song God’s Love Is So Wonderful. Then we played a few rounds of Hide and Seek . Also we enjoyed shaking our bodies to the tune and our screaming of The Freeze Dance song. We ended our play time with another round of dancing to God’s Love Is So Wonderful.

(Until last year, I often played football with my grandchildren in a game of one to three players against one -that one player being me, their grandma!!!)

After returning home, I remembered one act of love, daring, and speed my mother undertook for me when I was less than six years old; before I started formal schooling.

That day I was playing inside the courtyard of our home. I suddenly turned to face the road through our open gate. (I never dared to go out of the house without the escort of an adult). I immediately saw a man who often walked down our road. Without any second thought, I called out to him, “Kofi , come for a penny”. This coin could buy a meal in the late 1940’s when this incident happened.

Kofi quickly came to stand in the gateway expecting to receive the money. When he realized I had nothing to give him, he started screaming, “Give me the money at once!” Meanwhile he was brandishing a sharp cutlass in my face!

My mother appeared from nowhere, stood between me and Kofi and pushed him as he staggered out of the gateway into the street. With the speed of lightning , my mom brought together the two parts of our wooden gate and slammed across them the heavy wooden plank. This plank was usually used to secure the gate after it was shut. In the twinkling of an eye, she tossed me onto her back, rushed upstairs and locked the door!

I was expecting heavy punishment but Mama just put me down and heaved a big sigh of relief. She was relieved I was safe and also knew I had had the scare of my life. She only looked me firmly in the face and gave me a stern lecture on how to be safe and wise!

I was so traumatized by the experience that my memory of many of the details of this encounter came from my mother’s repetition to family members and visitors.

I now wonder if I could have been so brave for my children. Perhaps I was but not in the same dramatic and scary fashion.

I am extremely grateful to God my mother was so bold and strong enough to save my life; else I would not be telling my story!

Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her. Many have done excellently, but you surpass them all – Proverbs 31:28-29.

And his mother treasured up all these things in her heart-Luke 2: 51b.

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