Soul Dose

Everyday life happens, and for me everyday is a triple miracle... I've learned so much these past few months and am still learning about life, God, family, friends, love and mostly about myself. But today I'm talking about my mother, Mrs Nomusa Doreen Ntuli, the most amazing woman I know.

That's mom when she was little, she's still the most beautiful woman I know.

As you know now my mother got sick in 1980, she was in a coma for 3 months and woke up in need of one walking stick.... She soon gave birth to my sister Lindelwa and then me, she ended with my brother. The pregnancies weren't easy and as we grew up my mother really started getting sick. When I was around 13 she could barely walk with her cane and within months she was in a wheelchair.... She never complained ever, but we knew she wasn't just paralyzed, mom was sick and in a lot of pain. But my mother had a dream, she wanted to study and work one day, she enrolled at Unisa.

We used to tease mom because she did her degree at Unisa, she started the joke and it lasted throughout her degree studying. We used to say "Mom Unisa is for cowards, people who sneak up on education but full time studying is looking education straight in the eye and going for it". We'd laugh about it and go post her assignments when we were done laughing... Mom, Dad and my brother Mandi are the serial "laughers" in the family, tears stream and those capable even roll down on the floor.

It wasn't until I started studying at Unisa that I started to really appreciate the amount of work it takes to study at home and go for your exam at the chosen exam center. Sure the first year is so easy getting 100%  was a must and I did, all my first levels were passed with 100% and my family tells me I'd maybe study for two days out of the whole what 4 months and still pass. To me that meant one this: the illness hadn't damaged my head.

Doing second year is not so easy, in other words studying at Unisa is not a stroll in the park and third year oh boy Accounting makes you feel like you're studying Mandarin or something.....

So mom, I've said this so many times but you're my hero, you gave birth to three children, you raised us together with Gran and Mom Ndu, everyday you cooked, you cleaned, you washed, you ironed, you made sure we grew up as normal as possible and even though we saw you were sick and  still are, even though we saw your walking sticks and later your wheelchair you never complained, you sang the weirdest songs when you did your housework especially the dishes... And at night you'd take your books and study, you'd do your assignments and you finally got your degree, now I know your health has been even more poor but you have a job now, something you dreamed about for years and years, I'm so proud of you.

At her graduation, now she's doing her

honors, I'm so proud... That watch was

a graduation gift from me.

I consider myself blessed to have a mother so strong, a few weeks ago when my family thought I was dying because it was really bad my mother shouted and said to God "Please, please take the illness from my daughter and give it to me, let me suffer in her place, let me be on the ground bleeding like she is. please I want a normal life for her". I was on the floor at the time groaning but I heard her and started crying. God didn't do that and I thank him because mom has her own aches and pains but the thought, the thought hit me and I just started crying.... That's the woman my mother is, she had her children the hard way, she was already sick and so she's protective, she can't fall asleep when my sister gets off work at 11pm, she has to see her and my brother (he picks her up) enter the house and then sleep.

She went straight back to work

after a 6 month hospital stay, a real trouper.

If I hadn't grown up with this amazing woman my life would be different, her strength gives me strength and yes, she's SUPERWOMAN........ THANK YOU MOM