Mother's Children

ISBN: 978-1-84747-868-9
Published: 2009
Pages: 99
Key Themes: family, relatioships, beliefs, ethnicity, faith


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Description

Mothers Children is about a respect-driven family who are from a mafia background in today’s world. The children do not know and do not care about the world around them because they had no need to; they had everything provided for them. Ignorant to how their desires were catered to as long as they received what they wanted they could not care less. Mummy gave it to them regardless. Their Mother saw no wrong in her children; even though they reeked havoc in their community. They were her life. No mountains too high for Mummy to climb, as long as her babies had everything they wanted.

About the Author

Sandra Maddix was born and raised in Neasden, North West London in 1966. She has a mixed cultural/religious background and grew up in a dominant matriarchal home. Her main belief in life is that knowledge in any form or direction is power, hence she has many qualifications, including architecture under her belt. Suffice to say writing has always been her passion. Unlike most she has lived a far from quiet life that gets re-animated through her writing, which does not leave a lot to the imagination. Overall Sandra has faith in people and life, belief in humanity and all it stands for, morals, values, faith and respect for life. Anything is possible.

Book Extract

The year was 1982. I had just turned sixteen and I believed that I was a woman who was socially and financially independent; but what normal teenager didn’t? For some reason we always thought we knew everything and rebelled against anything our parents or adults told us.

I had just met my first love. I knew it was him as soon as I saw him. There was something about him that I admired straight away; I wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but I knew he would one day be mine.

He started working part time at my work place doing sales work over the telephone, and he thought my name was Lisa Marshall. How I laughed when he called me Lisa before he took my lead up to Michelle, the supervisor.

All I could do as he walked around the tables towards her was admire the shape of his bum and the texture of his hair, which he wore in an afro. I was totally mesmerised by him. Believe me when I tell you that he was really quite beautiful.

He was well dressed and excellently spoken. He was everything I wanted my future husband to be.

I don’t think I was his dream woman as I was taller than he was, and by the end of the night as we waited by the main door to be let out, he must have realised just how tall I was. I caught him looking down at my boots and all I could think about was that he was checking out how tall they were or how short I’d be without them.

We were all standing in the doorway conversing and laughing at the various jokes being told by our fellow workers, when I caught him staring at me. It was like he realised that I wasn’t the person he had just sat beside for four hours, working alongside, but that I was a whole lot more down to earth than he first thought.

I don’t know why it is, but people in general seem to believe that I am a stuck up person, walking around with my nose up in the air, but seriously, I’m nothing like that. I’m only choosy about what I want personally, and as far as I’m concerned, you can do whatever you like as long as it does not affect my life.

My first conversation with the man of my dreams gave him a very negative perception of who I was, but then again, who could blame him? I was a bit of a nutter, who flexed and behaved more like a man than a woman. I was known for being a tomboy; after all, men did seem to have all the fun.

Men received enough recognition and they were renowned for their power and strength. I knew this, and I wanted some of it. Because of my tomboyish ways all of my friends and associates were men, and they respected and accepted me as an equal.

After observing his interest in my height and footwear, I looked at him and said, “Hey”. By now, he was looking away and I was trying to get his attention. “Hey, you” and I took my finger and poked him in the chest. “Yeah you”. He turned his very attractive face towards me and looked directly into my eyes.

I asked him, “Do you drive?” “Yes,” he answered, “that’s my car over there, the green Cortina”. I smiled, breathing a sigh of relief, because now we would get a lift and get to my destination more quickly.

I continued to question him, “Going anywhere near Stonebridge?” His face automatically lit up, his eyes sparkling with youth and vitality. You could see this man had everything going for him. He answered, “Actually I live there, so if you need a lift I can give you one”.

I think he was a bit amazed at my forwardness or something; considering I had just met him, he did not seem perturbed by my request, as most men were when they met me for the first time.