mum. The bag came all the way from my very own Akwa ‘Abasi’ Ibom State and was
filled with different items ranging from our celebrated affang leave (for
affang soup), pears, tapioka (shredded boiled cassava), crayfish and a bunch of
I was particularly excited about the plantain as it was the big,
strong and freshly looking specie. Two days later, this beautiful bunch became
ripe and it turned bright yellow. That type of colour only illustrated in text
books. If you love eating ripe plantain, you will know that the ones gotten
from the market here are usually a combination of black patches and pale yellow
colour. I wonder why!!!
everyday side dish for most meals this week. So as I sliced my plantain to fry
this morning I remembered the poem written by Ann Talyor titled
– ‘My Mother’.
bunch of plantain in which she has been tending with love for a long time and
transcend boundaries just to make her daughter’s heart merry.
Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?
Who taught my infant lips to pray
And love God’s holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom’s pleasant way?
And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who wast so very kind to me,
Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear,
And if God please my life to spare
I hope I shall reward they care,
When thou art feeble, old and grey,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,