What a journey it has been, I can’t imagine two decades have just passed and yet her unceasing love has not decreased a dime. In fact compared to my younger years, I feel that love more now than ever. There are some days I acted stupid, somedays I didn’t accord her the respected she needed. Do you know how I felt on those days? I felt pathetic, I felt lost, I felt unworthy of love and I found it hard to say sorry for all the wrongs I did.
The journey is still crystal clear in my memory. It was the year 2006 and it’s the year she shaped the man I am today. It was on this year that she took me on more than 10 trips. Memorable of which was to my grandmother. As any other young person would feel, I was extremely happy. That night I didn’t even sleep well. And the day before I cleaned my best travel outfit. On the D-day, we woke up pretty early than usual, we cleaned up and set off to the road to board a matatu. By then we didn’t have the cosy matatu we have nowadays. They were old, rugged, piled up and slow. To reach grandma, we had to board three of these. On our last ride we just had to sit in the boot of a old fashion probox car. The roads were dusty then and with a light shower, the roads could flood a lot.
But as a child I didn’t feel much, all I wanted was to reach grandma’s place and have fun and fun it was for the one week I was there. We pruned trees together, went to the local market together, cooked together, fetch water together and she told me very many stories about how she grew up, cultural stories and how the men of her time were so different from us. She even taught me how to eat because trust me as a child, I was the weakest thing you could think of. She’s long gone now and her spirit lives on in my mum because she’s no different from her, they both look alike and my mum also love telling me stories even at this old age.
It’s an art I would one day like to pass on to my kids, just as my mum have passed them on to me. She’s the most hardworking person I know. Despite not having much education, that woman have supported us all the way. Just a small scale cereal seller in one small market back in Siaya. Yet she paid for my education and still pays for my rent and still insists that I should go back to school and pursue masters. I want to continue learning but I fear for her, I fear for her sacrifice. I ask myself where will you get that kind of cash? But her response has always been the same-I worship an awesome God in heaven. And her God really is a God. My mum prays everyday before sleep, she prays for everyone in the family and a great part of my life can be attributed to her prayers.
She taught me that my son no matter what life throws at you, never ever forget the place of God in Your life. She has a habit of making jokes about her life, that one day she’ll be gone and I’ll need someone to hold on to and when that time comes forget everything I ever taught you but remember there’s a God in heaven. Her prayer made my dad survive TB, made my family survive the worst hunger crisis in our life. A Christmas where the joy of Jesus is celebrated with porridge from morning to evening..
Even in my date life, many of the women I have been serious with reflect at least two of these virtues in my mum and I’d say that it’s not a coincidence but God and Days ahead I’m going to find that woman that portrays the same values that my mother has.
I want to say thank you mum. I want to thank you for teaching me how to stand for my sisters and women. I want to thank you for teaching me humility and compassion. I want to thank you for teaching me hard work and equal treatment of all people under this beautiful planet. I am because you are and you’re because grandma was. And in all these, I thank God for that awesome master plan in Jeremiah 29:11.. Even though she didn’t have an opportunity to see it, I want to tell you that her spirit lives on, her promise and dream is still alive and strong in me.
I may not know much about your mum but with all humility friend, she played a role in you being the person your are now and she deserves to know that. Let’s carry the spirt of our mothers on. Thank you and may the same God who blessed my grandma bless you too.