Sample of biography of a mother

I have always posted fiction on my blog but today I will be sharing a true-life story. A male friend of mine would like me to share the story of his mum with the belief that women will learn from the story. While reading it, I could not hold back my tears. I had to ask my friend if the story was real. He responded, “120 percent” I never imagined my friend had gone through that because of his personality.

I was one of those children who loved late night snacking; consequently, my odd-hour craving made me believe my mother never slept. This is because every night when I woke up and went to the kitchen for a quick bite, she was always there baking to meet up with her side hustle of snacks supply to various vendors on campus every morning.
Besides her catering business, she also had her studies and administrative duties at a federal university, where she worked. Not to mention the domestic duties she had to tend to for her husband and four kids, who were still in primary school. Guess what? She did not have a help either. Yet, she managed to pull off these larger-than-life duties, including dropping us off at school and taking us back home almost every day.

She was the proverbial virtuous woman and even more, that the Holy Book preaches. How glad my father was that he made the right choice despite their marriage being one of the many “normal” traditional marriages of their time! He would often make comments like “In my next life, you will still be the one I will marry”. Their marriage started without “courtship”. She was recommended to my father based on her family’s reputation. As a young secondary school graduate with an excellent academic and sports record, she always wanted to continue her studies. So she accepted a suitor working with a university out of the five suitors at that time, including a top bank manager and a medical doctor.

Everything was blooming for us and we even moved into our own apartment, where we had personal rooms and bathroo

Ezinne Uche Iyiegbu was born on July 5, 1942 to the family of Mr. Lawrenceville and Mrs. Elizabeth Ibe, now late, of Uruagų Village, Nnewi. Uche was the first child and the first daughter in a large polygamous family. In her days, it was not common to give girls formal education, but her father, a Sanitary Officer in the colonial government of the Eastern Region, knew the value of education and saw things otherwise.

Like her heartthrob, Sir Alex, Uche grew up in Aba, which was the place of their birth and she had her primary and secondary education there. She attended the popular Comprehensive Secondary School, Aba. Subsequently, she became a teacher.

 Her posting brought her to same locality with dashing and debonair Alex, who was already a tutor at Notre Dame High School, Abatete. They wedded in 1969. This saw Uche relocate to Oba during the Civil War. She continued her teaching career after the war at Central School, Oba.

Her instincts and dispositions as a wife, mother and culinary expert were honed during this period. Uche became preeminent in her home engineering roles. She also had to contend with the increasingly busy social life of her husband and his commitment to the service of the Oba community.

Soon, she was known as Odozi for the excellent management of her home and her husband’s resources. Her home thus became an embassy of sorts for many from far and wide. No one came in without drinking from her milk of human kindness. She was a mother of all. She trained many in preparation for their future life, especially the girl-child.

As a teacher, Odozi was conscientious. Due to her dedication to duty, passion and excellence, she became the headmistress at three different schools: Bright Primary School, Umuokokpa Õba; Community Primary School, Umuogali Õba and Central School, Abõji, Õba and she managed each school excellently.

Mama’s interaction with her pupils, who continued to p

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A Mother's Love

(From an essay first published in the January 1967 issue of Shufu to seikatsu (Homemaker's Life), a Japanese women's magazine1)

My mother, whose name is Ichi, was born in the twenty-eighth year of the Meiji era (1895) and hence is now close to eighty. She lives a quiet life in the suburbs of Tokyo.

She raised eight children of her own and adopted and raised two other children from outside. Now that her sons have families of their own and her only daughter has also married, she can boast a total of thirteen grandchildren.

She is a very simple woman without any education, but she succeeded in raising all of her children in good health. It always pleases me to think that, in its own way, her Iife represents a victorious one.

Her life has by no means been entirely happy, at least in her early years. My father Nenokichi, who died in 1956, was so hardheaded and obstinate that he was known among his relatives and neighbors as "Mr. Stubborn." I am certain it must have required enormous patience on my mother's part to have stuck with him until the end of his life.

When I was a child our home was at Omori on the edge of the bay in the southern part of Tokyo. My mother did her share of the work growing and gathering nori--laboring in a way that it would be difficult for an ordinary city housewife of today to imagine. Even now I can picture her, a little woman, in the dead of winter getting up before the dawn and working away until late in the evening, not even stopping to rest when she had caught a cold.

As far as the education of her children was concerned, she didn't seem to have any special ambitions. I never remember her saying a single word that would incite us to dream of success in the future or make us feel that the acquiring of degrees and formal education was an important or desirable thing.

For all her lack of pretension, I do recall her cautioning us again and again never to tell lies or