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Deep Level: “Thula Mama”
South African hip hop group Deep Level pay tribute to their mother’s in this modern twist on a South African classic


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Asa: “So Beautiful”
“Everyday I pray for you, Queen of my life, You’re so beautiful mama,” sings British-Nigerian singer Asa

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South African singer Brenda Fassie (RIP) offers a sweet tribute to mothers

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The Safe Motherhood Malawi project was developed for Malawian mothers, educating midwives to train community-based health workers to improve midwifery knowledge and care.

Captured by Paolo Patruno, a photographer focused on humanitarian issues and social documentary while working with Non-Profit Organization. Patruno documents the lives of these women and their newborn children.

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SWEET MOTHER - PRINCE NICO MBARGA


Sweet Mother
Sweet mother I no go forget you
for the suffer wey you suffer for me.

Sweet mother I no go forget you
for the suffer wey you suffer for me.

When I dey cry, my mother go carry meshe go say,
my pikin, wetin you dey cry ye, ye,
stop stop, stop stop make you no cry again oh.

When I won sleep, my mother go pet me,
she go lie me well well for bed,
she cover me cloth, sing me to sleep,
sleep sleep my pikin oh.

When I dey hungry, my mother go run up and down.
she go find me something when I go chop oh.

Sweet mother I no go forget you for the suffer wey you suffer for me

When I dey sick, my mother go cry, cry, cry,
she go say instead when I go die make she die.

O, she go beg God,
God help me, God help, my pikin oh.

If I no sleep, my mother no go sleep,
if I no chop, my mother no go chop, she no dey tire oh.

Sweet mother I no go forget you,
for the suffer wey you suffer for me.

You fit get another wife, you fit get another husband,
but you fit get another mother? No!

And if I forget you, therefore I forget my life and the air I breathe.

And then on to you men, forget, verily, forget your mother,
for if you forget your mother youve lost your life.


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If wealth was the inevitable result of hard work and enterprise, every woman in Africa would be a millionaire.

Thank you, beautiful African mothers, words alone cannot explain the appreciation we have for you.

We are forever grateful.

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Happy Mother’s Day.