Si Mama Ko Novels & Stories

She was learning a lot about him, and it wasn’t so bad. Aiden led Samantha to a table by the window, and they sat down, looking over the menu. Samantha's eyes widened as she scanned the options. “Everything looks so good!” she exclaimed. Aiden chuckled. “I know, right? Mama's Kitchen is well-known for its soul food.” Samantha's eyes landed on a dish called “Mama's Special.” “What's that?” she asked, pointing to it. Aiden grinned. “That's the best thing on the menu. Trust me, you won't regret it.”

Unable to contain her curiosity any longer, Mia turned to Merrick, her eyes wide with anticipation. "Are you dating my Mom?" Mia blurted out, unable to suppress her inquisitiveness. Merrick met Mia's gaze, his eyes crinkling with a gentle smile. "Yes, your mom is my girlfriend now," he responded, his voice filled with warmth. "So she's not just your mom anymore, but also my woman."

she yells and winks at me. “What’s a bitch?” Curious Melinda asks out of nowhere. “Mum’s mother,” Miranda answers. Sienna laughs out and I glare at her. “Oh, a bitch is someone in jail,” Melinda mumbles thoughtfully. “Does that make mum’s dad a dog? He is in jail too,” Melinda asks. “Enough of the question Melinda,” Malcolm says. He takes my hand and pulls me away from Sienna and the twins. His lips met mine in a slow and passionate kiss, filled with promises of the future that lay ahead of us.

Keisha At the tender age of eighteen, Mama's life took a tumultuous turn when she found herself facing the daunting reality of pregnancy. It wasn't the joyous anticipation of motherhood that most young women experience; instead, it was the result of a horrifying assault by someone she trusted. Mama's dark past, marked by trauma and adversity, became the crucible in which her strength was forged.

My mother started. “We wanted to see you because we have missed you and this was the only way you would have agreed to come. I'm not sure that's trickery,” he said in a hoarse voice after a dry chuckle. “I made Samosa, just how you like it,” he added with a smile that caused his wrinkles to appear. “Is this a fucking joke?!” I raised my voice so high, I was pretty sure the neighbors heard. My father ran quickly towards me. “Please Bella, the company is shattered. We have nothing to eat,” he said tearfully. “We are suffering, Bella. I am sorry for everything I did to you but you must realize that I am still your father.”

"I've got your back, sis." "Good. It's time to go home."

“Did I surprise you?” “Fucker,” I grumble. He laughs. “Hermes!” Ma says, lighting up with a smile. She’s always had a soft spot for him. “Mother!” he returns just as brightly, kissing her cheek. “I came to be of assistance. I know there’ll be a need for medical supplies and remedies. While I can’t fetch them myself, my nymphs can retrieve anything you need—fast and without fuss.” “That’s wonderful,” Ma says warmly. “But why aren’t you down there with the other gods?”

There was indeed he and his father, but the other two people, were not his family, although Kenzie wished they could be family. But Kenzie nodded in response. "Wow, your mom is beautiful. She must be proud to have a son as smart as Kenzie." Miss Stacey rubbed Kenzie's head and smiled at her before she left Kenzie alone again. Kenzie immediately looked at the painting again. For all he knew, the woman in the painting was Alea's mother. Because she looked exactly like her. Kenzie couldn't understand why his father had drawn Alea's mother and written the word 'Mommy'.

Chino and Wale grabbed their small bags everything they owned now. Chioma’s contact waited outside: slim woman in her thirties, natural hair pulled back, plain wrapper, eyes watchful. Called herself Mama T. Part of the loose network Signal groups, whispered safe houses, emergency cash from diaspora. “Welcome,” she said low. “Follow me. No talk.”

As she spoke softly, her smile was perfectly balanced, neither too warm nor too distant. After three seconds of silence, Luciano pulled his phone out to postpone his meeting, then accepted her invitation. "This way, Madre."