It is another mothers Sunday, and unfortunately I have nothing worth celebrating for. This is due to the constant neglect we receive from our mothers who care less about our welfare just because we are living with sickle cell disorder, a disorder we inherited from the ignorance of our parents.
Our mothers go out of their ways, to fend for prisoners while my people languish in their own prison cell, during this season, because they know that visiting a prison would earn them headlines and would be counted as charity project. They care less about how we fare, not considering that they have sentenced us to a life of deep pain and distress, from the moment they conceived and delivered us with sickle cell disorder.
These mothers contribute every little penny they earn in ensuring that pastors and reverends are trained in the seminaries; same mothers that don't mind if we're sent home from school due to fees. They would rather prefer we stay at home since they believe it will be useless training a sickle cell child that would die soon.
The neglect of our mothers, family members and negative societal attitude have driven most us to suicide, just like the case of the doctor that drowned himself in the lagoon, who we discovered is a sickle cell victim also. The least we could ask our mothers this Sunday is for them to solicit on our behalf that the legislators grant us out rights, not just granting us rights by passing THE SICKLE CELL LAW, but also ensuring the enforcement of these laws. May God hear our humble prayers as we keep agitating for our freedom from the the bondage called SICKLE CELL COMPLICATIONS AND IT'S CHALLENGES.
Mothers Should better stand up now and protest on our behalf across the nation, at the Various House of Assemblies