We never knew my mom’s actual birthday date so I long ago picked a date. The coolest date I could think of. 10/10
Brief history lesson: the scramble for Africa did not care that Africans had their own belief and governing systems, traditions, customs, artefacts, celebrations. Nope, none of that mattered/ matters, not when the invaders and colonizers are under the impression of “civilizing natives”
But back to the point: In terms of birth dates; eras, historical events and markers were traditionally more important than actual dates. So anyway, mom’s documents only list a year (1949) but the accompanying historical significance and customs having been deemed irrelevant or even pagan had long ago been eradicated and existed only in oral history which has slowly gone the way of ashes as well.
So I long ago picked today 10/10 as mom’s birthday and celebrated it as thus. Not sure why. Maybe coz I really liked math and numbers, and 10/10 was a pretty cool date. So here’s to you mom. Happy Heavenly Birthday.
I love and miss you always