THE LAST CHAPTER OF SINFUL BASKET || MYRA TRUDEA OKUMU

“My mother shed her protective love down around me and without knowing why, people sensed that I had value” ~Maya Angelou

By Myra Trudea Okumu

Why am I writing this post this late? I 

also don’t know but I feel it is important that I get this out there.

Those who have followed by journey as a person know that behind my personality and behind my “success”, there is a chocolate brown woman with a killer smile: My mom.

They say a mother’s love surpasses all things and can move literal mountains. I have seen it, felt it and basked in that warmth, the certainty of knowing that my mother would do anything to see me through.

I could call her and say, “Mum, I am in trouble.” And I know she is on my side. What happened? Are you okay? Can we fix it? Will you be okay? 

The day I graduated, she was there. I could feel her pride as she saw me walk up that podium and all I could think was, “Mama, we did it.”

We conquered it all and look at us now, victorious.

I love my mum. So much and words don’t do justice to the tears that roll down my face when I think of how much of that feeling I get back from her. 

She is “scream your name as you win” type.

The type of mum to show up for each and every single one of your small and insignificant moments, but she knows they mean the world to you and so she is there, cheer the loudest.

I could be last place and my mum would be so happy that I tried, that I gave it a shot and that I didn’t let fear get in my way. She is a very present mother, that one and I am happy she is mine, happy that the good Lord placed me in her care.

Mum will call me just to say hey, I miss you, when am I seeing you? 

It goes without saying that my mummy has a heart of pure gold, an angel in human form. If you are talking about giving? Listening? Advising? My mum is on that list.

I would go and list every kind thing I have seen her do and tell you all about the times she has lent a hand to those who needed it but that would take something out of it. I will leave that one at that.

In my latest book, “Sinful Basket”, there is a chapter dedicated to my mum and by my mum I mean “Taira and Christine Mungomo”, my loves. I have other mothers, something I am particularly proud of. A blessed person with endless streams of motherly love.

People who step in and step up for me in my times of need and this post could get longer. My Aunt Momie, an absolute darling. My second mother I like to think, a kind soul and a beautiful spirit. I adore her. Aunt Anne, Aunt Anna, Aunt Theresa, Aunt Mode, Aunt Jacque, Gogo Payer, and all my mothers.

I am because of all of you.

I hope you all get to read that chapter.

Love,

Myra.