Mama Seeks Novels & Stories

You know what I was too? Fucking pissed. "Mama, what is it at all that you wanted to tell me that couldn't wait till morning?" I angrily asked sitting up and reaching for a pillow so I could hug it. She plopped down on my bed, an expressive look in her eyes. Mama's eyes were blue like mine even though we were black, a condition called Waardenburg Syndrome. She cleared her throat noisily and that apparently drove me up the wall. "Oh, get on with it already mama." I snapped at her angrily. She'd have usually gone all defensive on my ass but it was like she could tell I was extremely upset.

"Can you tell me what this is, Mama? It’s a…?" Mama’s eyes flickered to the card, her lips parting slightly. "…Apple," she whispered, her voice barely audible. The therapist smiled warmly. "That’s right! An apple. Excellent, Mama." In another corner of the room, a cognitive therapist worked on memory exercises, using familiar objects and scents to trigger recall. The process was slow, painstaking, but there were moments—tiny flickers of recognition—that gave the team hope. Mama’s journey was far from over, but they were committed to helping her reclaim as much of her life as possible.

“You know I don’t want another woman.” “Do you still love Mama?” Kyra asked. “No one can replace her,” said Luke. “Are you going to look for her?” Kyra asked. “How can I find her? We have no clue where she is,” said Luke. “You know that’s not impossible for Alpha, don’t you?” Kyra asked. “No matter where Mama is in the world, Alpha can see her.”

Some things needed space before they could be spoken. Then the phone rang. The name on the screen read simply: Mama. Jebediah picked up without hesitation. "Morning, Mother." "JB." Maureen's voice was quick, clipped at the edges. "Where are you?" "Almost at the Estate. Why?" "Head straight to the family parlor when you arrive. Your Grandmama and I want to speak with you." She paused . "We all do." Jebediah's brow rose slowly. "Is everything alright, Mother?"

The gator lingered, waiting for seconds. Mama dipped a spoon, tasted her stew, smacked her lips. “Needs salt.” She sprinkled more in, then turned, eyes sharp on me. Jax spread his hands. “What do you want from us in the meantime? Sit here and… drink tea?” Mama’s grin went bright. “Yes.” She slid a chipped cup toward him. “An’ you pray for your King to be virile. Den she can help who she want” “He won’t touch her,” I said.

I stepped out of my chamber to find Kael and Sara wandering about, their voices echoing as they called for Aurelia. "Mom!!!" I happened to to appear and their look wasn't satisfactory to see me. “Where’s Mama?” Kael asked, brows knit together in worry. I crouched to their level, softening my voice. “Your mother had to go take care of something important. She’ll be back soon.” "I want Mama!!" Kael cried and I carried him on my lap. "Hey! Lil buddy, Mama will be back soon, today is the day you will spend with daddy! Alright?" I smiled at him.

“So what do you want me to think?” Ara whipped around with a grin. “You are wrong about me. I’m absolutely fine, and we’re not hiding anything.” I examined her face, her forced smile, and shook my head, my nostrils flaring. “You’re my sister, Ara.” “Okay, you caught us,” Mama finally gave up. Taking a deep breath, she said, “Your papa is looking for a suitor for Ara.” “What?” Ara didn’t speak. I licked my lips and pulled my brows deeper. “But she can choose whoever she wants.”

“Huh! Nothing! I just got lost, so I went out right away. I’m sorry, ma’am Karen, it won’t happen again.” “Hey! Got it! You never really use your brain.” That’s when Ma’am Karen left. Luckily, I got through my alibi. She didn’t enter the room. I continued to leave and look for Ma’am Dina until I saw Mama. “Oh! Mom, have you eaten yet? I’ve been looking for you for a while. Where is Papa?” “I don’t know, Carmela might be there with her boss. Carmela, I feel bad. Can we go home early?”

“Look, Mama, see? Here’s food. Eat some and get your strength back.” Eyes closed, Mama sniffs the fish and shakes her head. “I don’t need fish, Luna love,” she wheezes. “It can’t help me. I’m afraid this is it for me.” Her voice comes out in a gurgle. Claw marks crisscross her body, and blood seeps from the jagged tears in her skin. Don’t die on me. Please don’t die. I’ll be all alone out here. My head whips around as I search for something to staunch the blood oozing from Mama’s side. As I search, I swat at the blood-sucking insects attempting to make a meal out of me.

But she wasn't done and the people in the room were interested in our conversation. "Habibeti, min fadlik. Ahtajoki bi aman la uridi an yantahi biki Al amr mitil abiki, anti kolo ma lady hata law yajibo aalayna an ntsaada maaa aadaina," Mama voiced mournfully, eyes filled with sadness and absolute determination. (Love, please. I need you safe, I don't want you to end up like your dad, you're all I have and if it means that we have to partner up with our rivals)