Bokong Mama Novels & Stories

Naku, hate na hate niya ang mga lalaki kasi sa tingin niya, mga gago at aksaya lang sa oras. "Ayaw niya raw po ng video call, Tita, e. Nawawala raw ang signal doon. Alam niyo na, isla po ang tinitirhan nila," sabi ko na may constipated na ngiti. Totoo naman ang sinasabi ko. Talagang ang hometown ni Mama ay puro lang dagat at mga bukid. Hindi nakakasagap ng malakas na signal. "Sa labas sana ako ngayong gabi kung ayos lang." Pinaglaruan ko ang mga daliri ko dahil sa kaba.

Grandma asked calmly. “Mother!!! Nunu!!! Stop calling me that!!! I’m nobody’s Mother; my son died a long time ago, and Nunu? That’s not even my name, I’m not Queen Nunu!!” Mother yelled on the verge of tears, “My mama is Roopa!! Queen Roopa! Not Nunu.” Mother hit her chest, “I’m Queen Roopa, not Queen Nunu!” Grandma shook her head with tears in her eyes, “Please don’t.”

Yep, my son is taller than I am. Suddenly, Luca pushed Damien from me. "My mummy". He glared at his brother hugging my neck. "Hey, she's my momma too". " No my mummy". "My momma" "Mine" "Nope buddy, she mine". "That's enough Dame, stop upsetting my baby". Luca pouted his lips. "Damien, clean Emma and Luca please and Lisa so wash up too. I'll clean the kitchen while you guys are at it.

Aisha's mother said "It's okay, but what is your name please, because since you arrived we don't know what to call you or should we just continue with the mama Tehzeeb is calling you?" Hajiya Kaltumi said smiling at what she herself said "Gaskiya kam( you're right) because I think that will be best" Mrs Habiba Tehzeeb mother said smiling too "My name is Gogo Ramatu, you know Tehzeeb is my like my daughter now, so she calling me mama is okay by me because that's what my daughter call me" Gogo Ramatu said

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

So many excuses. “Do you think I can visit Mama, BK?” BK froze while chopping ingredients. He looked at her. “Baby.” He scratched his brow. “It’s not safe for you yet. Didn’t I tell you I’ll let you know when it is?” “I just miss Mama,” she said, looking down. BK approached and hugged her. “I understand. Don’t worry, once it’s safe, we’ll visit her right away. Okay?” He gently lifted her chin so their eyes met. “I’m sorry I can’t do anything more right now.”

"What should we..." "Don't utter any word Mr Sean. You said you know a lot of capable girls, look at them. They look like bunch of street things, look. I'll send your remaining money to you right now. I'll do the job myself. I'll find someone who can be my baby mama" she said, transferring the money to him. Mr Sean frowned.

"No… No, she'll definitely come back!" After leaving the Sharp Teeth pack, I arrived at the Black Rose pack, which was several times larger. My father, Samson Smith, brought a large entourage to the docks to greet me. "My daughter, you've finally come home!" he said emotionally, his lips trembling. Even after a very long time, he didn't dare take a step forward. He was afraid that what he saw was only an illusion. My mother was weeping uncontrollably. She touched my arm and looked me over from head to toe. She said, "My sweet girl, you must've suffered so much! From today onward, we won't let anyone bully you ever again!"

I walked over to the balcony, enjoying the wind before softly replying, "I've called you like this several times before, Yohan." It was also my first time being a mother. I felt anxious and did not know what to do every time Julian got sick. Even with the family doctor present, I still called Yohan with trembling hands. My voice broke whenever I begged for him to come home. However, I could still recall his icy reply back then. I replied, "You told me, it's one thing I couldn't take care of myself, but how could I fail to take care of Juli as well?" "Naomi, I—" Yohan's voice was hoarse.

Not even the illusion of privacy. Everything could be watched. So I used my own connection—the one Henry had built, separate, secured, and entirely outside anything that could be accessed from within this house. The screen lit up. For a brief second, my hand hovered before I tapped the contact. The call rang once. Twice. Then— “Mama!” The word hit first, immediate and warm, cutting through everything else without resistance. The tightness in my chest eased as his face filled the screen, his hair slightly messy, his eyes bright in a way nothing in this house could replicate.