My Sunday as an African Mama

It all started when the idea came to us to dressed like our African parents used to dress. The moment I heard it, my heart danced with joy, and had just started imagining how I was going to look, I knew this was my chance to shine and represent not just my mum, but every strong, stylish African mother I grew up watching.

I remembered one of my mum’s close friends from back then. That woman always gave the real African mama vibes. Her outfits are always sharp. Her head tie, You could see it from far. She would rock her glasses, carry her classic bag, wear her matching shoe, and walk with pride. The kind of dressing that made you know she was either heading to a church meeting or about to handle serious business. She was the definition of “madam of the house.” I used to look at her and say, "This is how real African mothers do it." Atimes it always look to me so fun and laugh but then again, the beauty is just something else from the days.
So when it was time for this old-school dress-up, I told myself, na her style I go copy today.

Now let me not lie, my mum too no dey carry last. Her box still has those beautiful wrappers, laces, and accessories. I quietly went to her room, opened her wardrobe, and brought out everything I needed. I tied two wrappers around my waist, used the third one to form that strong African head tie. I wore her big lace bubu shirt that had those flowing sleeves. Then I picked one of her handbags and her shoe that still made that "kpakpakpa" sound when you walk.
Finally, I added the round glasses and looked at myself in the mirror,
omo, I felt like Mama Africa herself😂

As I walked into church that Sunday, the reactions were everything, People were just whispering and Saying I represented Mama E S as they normally called her, I couldn’t stop laughing. Even the older women started smiling , One of them said, “This one na original old school, some were even saying we should keep dressing this way every Sunday, I felt so proud. It was like I brought back sweet memories for everyone.

Honestly, if you grew up in an African home, especially in Nigeria, some other African countries, you will understand this kind of dressing. It’s the look of power, beauty, pride, and motherhood. Those looks that say, I’m the boss here and I still look good doing it. Even till today, some of our mothers still dress like this and they look amazing. It gives “oga wife” energy. That rich aunty aura. The kind of look that makes people respect you before you even speak.

This Sunday was not just about dressing up. It was about connecting with our roots, honouring our mothers, and celebrating our culture. The smiles, the compliments, the joy, it was all worth it. I’m glad I represented well. I didn’t just wear the clothes, I carried the spirit, the grace, and the joy of an African mother.

And if you see the way I slayed the look ehn, you can see from the pictures, you will know I am the true African child😄