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It feels like yesterday when I held my bundle of joy in my
arms, on the 13th of January 1993 the Lord had finally blessed me
with the son I had longed and prayed for.
I made a silence prayer and thanked the Lord for this gift and further
prayed for his guidance in raising this innocent fellow. In my prayers I did not forget to thank my
ancestors who in my belief played a crucial role in making sure that my wishes
are fulfilled and I also called upon them to continue to guide me in my
journey.
Years went by and my
son like many other Xhosa boys needed to go through the initiation process
where he is taught the values of being a man and how he should uphold the clan
name and live a dignified life. I as a
woman have no clue of what happens there but I know its no child’s play. Tomorrow my son will return from the
initiation school, a celebrations ceremony will take place and my son is going
to be welcomed into manhood and given a status of being one of the men in the
household. However, the young man has a long way to go in order to gain the
wisdom that is needed to maintain the status, he has to be willing to learn
from those before him .#smed12
I really like this piece. It gives one a very brief glimpse into the emotions experienced by a mother whose son has gone to initiation school. There are minor spelling and grammatical errors which can be avoided IF you use a spell and grammar check before posting.
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