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Igbo culture Poetry

Nne – Mother

Nnem oma, my sweet mother
My best friend!
Onyem, m ji eme onu
Daada! Thinking of you
Gives me great joy!
My first love, my creator!
Ina enyem obi anuri,
Ina akasim obi,
I can not quantify this joy
You are my blessing
Nkechinyerem!

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Commentary:

This was first published in 2019. think everyone should appreciate their mothers. I grew up amid lovely women. I am blessed with a loving mother – a teacher, disciplinarian and lover of God. They say when counting your blessings count your mother twice. I count her much moreover! This is a piece I wrote for all mothers. They work so hard and make sacrifices to bring children up. I salute all mothers. Kisses.

I know I have expressed some terms in Igbo language ’cause I couldn’t find the right English words. I will try to translate.

Nnem oma: my good mother

Onyem, m ji eme onu: my own, the one I brag with

Daada: used to greet matured people

Ina enyem obi anuri: you give me joy

Ina akasim obi: my comforter

Nkechinyerem: The one God has given me or God’s gift

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