Tiwa Savage shared this beautiful message to her mum as she adds another year, on social media and talks particularly about being bullied as a teenager for being black, skinny and having a Nigerian accent.
“During my high school days I was bullied for several years, I would get jumped on the bus, head flushed down the toilet and so on, it got so bad that I did something drastic and life threatening because I was so depressed.
My mother was called to school on several occasions and each time she came she would ask to see the other students bullying me and would always pray for us all. Of course they would joke and laugh but my mother was always so calm and reserved and she would take me home, cook me Naija food (we were living in London at the time) and she would make me realize how loved I was and how rich my culture is, how beautiful I am being a Nigerian girl (I was bullied for being African, skinny, dark and I had a strong naija accent) what my mother didn’t do was fight, shout or argue with the other girls or their parents (who were at times very rude and disrespectful), instead she showered me with love and reminded me where I was from.
One of the many reasons why she is my hero, my role model, biggest inspiration, my best friend, my mummy @celiasavage I celebrate you today on your birthday. Anyone that has met you has experience what a calm, shy, gentle but very hip mummy you are.
The only doromegasupermummy on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook , keek etc lol I love you mummy, I love you with my soul. Thinking of what you have done for me brings tears to my eyes. I only pray I can be half the mother you are to me to my children. I prayed to God this morning to grant us a couple more forevers. Happy Birthday Sexy mama”
Something about messages to mothers really warm my hearts. The truth is no mother is perfect, our mothers are all flawed women but to us, for us, they are gods here on earth; our comforters, solace, advisors, guardian angels, friends, teachers, providers and confidants.
Yet I realize that not everyone is so fortunate to have such good relationships with their mothers, or such good mothers.
Someone I know dumped her two children in the village some four years ago just after her hubby died because her boo said he didn't want to see them. In those four years she has enquired of them only twice and has replaced them with other children for this boo of hers. Now that is not a mother.
A friend of mine who had been repeatedly abused sexually since age 4 for years by an uncle who lived with them reported this to her "mother". The woman beat her severely and called her a liar. Even when she knew without a doubt that her daughter was telling the truth, she told the little girl never to speak about it and thus, she endured two more years of sex with her uncle, under the same roof with her mum. Now that's not a mother.
I know of people who have no relationships whatsoever with their mums, some do but only to the extent that "oh this is the woman who birthed me, I guess I have to acknowledge that".
So I don't take (the relationship with) my mum for granted and when I read words like Tiwa's and hear of other amazing mums out there I always get this frantic urge to make a toast to all the good MOTHERS out there.
HBD Mrs Savage.