Africa-Press – Eswatini. In this world that seldom slows down, where time is traded for timelines and affection is often app-based, one day emerges like a full moon above the clouds of indifference— Mother’s Day.
This sacred Sunday is no ordinary tick on the Gregorian calendar. It is an altar, a mirror, a second womb, a moment designed to cradle not just our mothers, but our very understanding of love, sacrifice, and the origins of who we are.
To be a mother is to be a living poem. One is written in heartbeat stanzas and lullaby verses. Motherhood is not only biological; it is elemental.
It shapes how we learn to walk, how we endure pain, and how we find our way back home— even if only in our dreams. Mother’s Day, then, is a global exhale.
A day when the world hushes its noise to listen once more to the ancient lullaby that birthed its nations.
The roots of Mother’s Day stretch far and wide. From the ancient Greek celebrations of Rhea, the mother of the gods, to the Christian observance of “Mothering Sunday” in Europe, the world has always reserved space to honour maternal power.
In modern times, this observance was formalised in the early 20th century, thanks in large part to Anna Jarvis, an American activist who vowed to preserve her own mother’s legacy by creating a day to honour all mothers.
Grandmother, mom and child hug in a portrait for mothers day on a house sofa as a happy family in Colombia. Smile, mama and elderly woman love hugging young girl or kid and enjoying quality time
And yet, even Jarvis herself would later lament the commercial hijacking of the holiday. For her, and many of us, the true essence of Mother’s Day lies not in the price tag of a bouquet, but in the pricelessness of presence.
In the Kingdom of Eswatini, motherhood is cloaked in sacred respect.
Our mothers are not just women who gave us life—they are the custodians of tradition, the interpreters of dreams, the holders of oral history.
Whether she’s a gogo sitting by the hearth or a young woman juggling motherhood with a job in town, the Swazi mother carries more than her child; she carries the very spirit of her people.
To celebrate Mother’s Day in Eswatini is to touch the face of our culture. We remember not just individuals, but lineages.
We speak not only to women but to our ancestors. In an era of broken homes, displaced families, and emotional fatigue, Mother’s Day reminds us of the healing balm that motherhood offers.
Whether your mother is with you physically or only in memory, this day is a chance to reconnect with the best of what she stood for.
For some, this is a day of celebration. For others, a time of grief. But for all, it is a day of reflection— a day to pause the noise and remember the hands that first held us, the voice that first called our name, the love that first said, “You are mine.” Eswatini Sunday salutes all mothers.
From the grandmothers who held the nation’s memory to the young mothers learning to juggle bottles and bills, today, you are our sun. May we never forget who first taught us how to shine?
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