What My Mother's Wrapper Taught Me About Sacrifice

I understood sacrifice the day I really looked at my mother's wrapper.

My mother's Ankara wrapper is always tied around her waist. In the morningg when she is sweepingg, in the afternoon when she goes to market, in the eveningg when she is cookingg... That wrapper is always there.

At first I thought it was just cloth. But later I saw it is more than cloth.

I noticed how that same wrapper carries everything. When she goes to market, it holds her money safely...... When she is cooking, she uses the edge to carry hot pots. When my little brother is crying, she uses it to clean his face and back him. When it is cold at night, she uses it to cover us while we sleep.

One day I asked her why she loves that wrapper so much. She smiled and said, "This wrapper has seen my life. It followed me to hustle so you people can eat and go to school."

That day I understood. That wrapper is sacrifice. My mother will use one wrapper for many years, but she will make sure we have new school uniforms. She will manage one wrapper, but make sure we never lack food.

She never complains.....She just ties that wrapper and continues working for us.

My mother's wrapper taught me that sacrifice is not shouting. Sacrifice is quiet love. It is a mother tying one wrapper and using it to carry her whole family.

That wrapper is love. That wrapper is my mother.

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