Bokong Mama Novels & Stories

I thought of my own baby. My hand went to my stomach. Pain ripped through. Jack held him like glass, voice soft as he soothed him. He looked up, waved me over. All I felt was disgust. I didn't move. "Stella, come hold him." "I don't know how." My flat tone set him off. "Stella, what is this? Don't make this hard." "Hard?" I let out a dry laugh. "Even at my worst, I wouldn't play mom to a side chick's kid. And a baby from your affair? Nothing to be proud of—just like his mother. Shameless."

I knew Baba could easily win and that he was just letting us have this because he knew just how much we hated the idea of being in the throne room. 'We made it!' Amadi yipped happily the moment he stopped before Mama in the living room. "I guess I am growing old if you can outrun me," Baba grumbled as he settled beside me, leaning over to kiss Mama's forehead. "My son is faster. You won all those times by sheer luck," Mama said, her fingers lazily running through Amadi's fur, before she pulled him onto her lap and began to scratch his ears. The mutt groaned, leaning deeper into Mama's touch.

Baka mapurnada pa ang panliligaw" singit na sabi ni Mama habang inihahain ang pagkain. "Wala po akong sakit at wala akong nililigawan. Kayo po atang dalawa ang may sakit." sagot ko na kinatawa naman nila. "Basta 'nak pag may nagustuhan ka na sabihan mo ako agad ha. Ituturo ko sa'yo lahat ng natutunan ko sa panliligaw." nakangising sabi ni Papa habang naglalagay ng kanin sa plato n'ya.

"What kind of things?." I shrug, "I like him, but I hate myself for it," my mother wraps her arms around me and hugs me tightly, "You should not be ashamed, your only human; girls your age often likes more than one boy," she chuckles, I narrow my eyes, "Bane is my abuser Mama,"

Selene appeared in front of the little me and I stopped crying instantly, launching myself into her arms. “Mumma I’m hungry” little me cried. I called her ‘Mumma’. I don’t remember that. I don’t remember having a mother or even thinking that I had a mother. Selene pulled me from her arms and sat me back on the ground. She waved her hands in front of her and a plate of meat and vegetables appeared. Little me squealed excitedly and dug into the food, basically inhaling it. Watching the scene, another wave washed through me. I remember the taste of the food that she often brought me. I remember her playing with me, bathing me, brushing my hair. I remember her taking care of me when I needed her

The voice belonged to Mama. **

Kaya naman umismid na lamang siya. "Mama, maupo ka nga po. Ang dami mong sinasabi."

"Xavi ? " " Mama ." ©#KCMmuoe

And we don't have enough money to always buy it from the store. ''Uh'' I reply, drying my face with a towel. ''Still wet after the storm. Was easy to find animal tracks. We'll have venison today''. I smile at her once beautiful face, framed with loose strands of her blonde hair. In just one year, my mother looks like she got older by ten. Wrinkles cross her forehead, bags under her eyes say she didn't get a decent sleep in a while. Her skin clings to her cheekbones as if forcefully stretched. She has been like this for a while now. ''I'll fetch some vegetables, then'' is all she says and goes outside.