08/06/2026
Yesterday, a woman walked into my shop with one mission.
"My baby is coming soon. I want to start getting everything little by little before the delivery."
Nothing unusual, right?
In Cameroon, many mothers do this. Instead of waiting until the last minute, they buy one thing today, another thing next week, and before they know it, the baby's bag is complete.
As we moved around the shop, she carefully selected what she needed.
A pack of white newborn bodysuits.
A soft pink receiving blanket.
Tiny size 0 mittens and socks.
A newborn cap with little teddy bears on it.
A blue baby towel.
A few diapers.
She would pick an item, look at it for a long time, then gently place it aside.
At one point, I asked her, "Madam, is this your first baby?"
She smiled.
"No. This one is my third."
Then she started telling me her story.
She sells tomatoes in the market.
Not because her husband gave her capital.
Not because he encouraged her.
In fact, he was against it from the beginning.
"When I asked him for money to start, he refused. I borrowed money from a friend and started selling on my own."
Then she lowered her voice.
"Every evening when I return home, my husband collects all the money I made. If I refuse, he can even beat me."
For a moment, I didn't know what to say.
Here was a woman waking up before dawn, arranging tomatoes, sitting under the sun all day, serving customers, carrying baskets, only to return home and hand over everything she worked for.
Yet she still found a way.
She still saved.
She still planned.
She still thought about her unborn child.
Then she told me why she had come.
"I want to choose everything now. Keep them for me. I will be paying small small every evening until I finish."
That statement touched me.
Because many people think strength is loud.
Sometimes strength is a pregnant woman selling tomatoes in the market, hiding a few thousand francs whenever she can, and preparing for her baby one item at a time.
By the time she left, her baby's corner was already taking shape.
Not because life was easy.
But because she refused to let her circumstances stop her from preparing for her child.
Mothers are something else.
Their strength deserves more respect than it gets.
And honestly, there is no shame in preparing for your baby gradually. One bodysuit today, a blanket next week, socks another day, and before you know it, baby arrives to a warm welcome.
Little by little fills the basket.