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Two days ago we celebrated mother's day, come to think of it who is a mother?

A mother is someone who nurtures, cares for, and provides love and support to a child. This can be biological, adoptive, or even in a chosen family dynamic. A mother isn’t just defined by giving birth but by the role she plays in a child's life—offering guidance, protection, and unconditional love.

Characteristics of a mother

A mother is often characterized by a mix of emotional, psychological, and practical qualities. While every mother is unique, some common characteristics include:

1. Unconditional Love – A mother’s love is deep, unwavering, and not based on conditions. She cares for her children regardless of their flaws.

2. Nurturing Nature – She provides emotional and physical support, ensuring her children feel safe, loved, and cared for.

3. Patience – Raising children requires immense patience, from teaching life lessons to handling tantrums.

4. Selflessness – A mother often puts her child’s needs before her own, sacrificing time, sleep, and personal desires for their well-being.

5. Strength and Resilience – She remains strong through challenges, whether emotional, financial, or personal, to support her family.

6. Guidance and Wisdom – A mother imparts life lessons, values, and knowledge, helping her children navigate life’s ups and downs.

7. Protectiveness – She instinctively protects her child from harm, whether emotional or physical.

8. Compassion and Empathy – Understanding her child’s feelings and struggles, she provides comfort and reassurance.

9. Dedication and Hard Work – Whether she’s a stay-at-home mom, a working mother, or balancing both, she is committed to providing a better life for her child.

10. Forgiveness – Even when children make mistakes, a mother forgives and continues to support them.

While these characteristics are common, motherhood looks different for everyone. Some mothers may express love through actions rather than words, while others may be more emotional.

What do you think defines a mother best?

Let's have your opinion on this

Gada will love all and Care for sure

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Bedtime Stories
Let's Gada under the Village tree, Mama Africa is Here
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The Lost Cowrie and the Wise Old Woman

In a small Kanga village in West Africa, there lived a little girl named Adama. She was known for her bright smile and her love for storytelling. Every evening, she sat under the baobab tree, listening to the elders share tales of the past.

One day, Adama’s grandmother gave her a special gift—a shiny cowrie shell. “This is a symbol of good fortune,” her grandmother said. “Keep it safe, for it will guide you when you are in need.”

Adama cherished her cowrie, carrying it everywhere. But one afternoon, while playing by the river, she tripped, and the cowrie slipped from her fingers into the rushing water. She searched and searched, but it was gone.

Heartbroken, she ran to the wise old woman of the village, Nana Yaa, who knew many secrets of the land. “Nana Yaa,” she said, wiping her tears, “I lost my cowrie. What do I do?”

The old woman smiled. “Adama, the river never takes without giving back. Go to the market tomorrow, and you will find what you seek.”

The next day, Adama went to the bustling village market. She walked past traders selling colorful fabrics, women pounding yam, and children chasing chickens. Then, near the bead seller’s stand, something caught her eye—a beautiful necklace with a cowrie shell just like hers.

She asked the seller where it came from. He laughed. “A fisherman found it in his net this morning!”

Adama smiled, realizing Nana Yaa was right. She bought the necklace and hurried home. When she told her grandmother, the old woman nodded. “See, my child, in our land, everything has a way of returning to where it belongs.”

That night, Adama sat under the baobab tree, sharing her story with the village children. She learned a valuable lesson—what is meant for you will always find its way back.

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The Silent Battle

She screamed, her voice echoing through the void, but he stood motionless—a mere shadow, absorbing the storm without a word.

The weight of unspoken words, the burden of unresolved pain, and the chasm of misunderstanding stretched between them. She fought for acknowledgment, for validation, for a sign that he still cared. But his silence only deepened the distance.

Anger, frustration, love, and sorrow intertwined in a battle where both had already lost.

Silence can be louder than words, but when it becomes the only language, relationships fade into echoes of what once was.
Would you rather face the storm or drown in the quite?

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