REVAMP
Things worsened for mom. Mother-in-law was too rough, mom resorted to be resilient but the pressure from the on-laws was too much to bear. The only person mom trusted for as friend had died, dad was so busy with work for him to notice what she went through, she had to revamp her earlier plans to go back home. This time, she had to be smart and careful, she had no option, that was the only thing she had to do for the better life she wanted.
Mom had an ego. She narrates how she could not accept to be in an affair with any man from her neighborhood. None deserved a beautiful woman like she was. Unlike many hyperactive women in the village, mom stayed home, cooked and washed all day. When the chores were done, she either slept or sang the catholic hymns she learnt at the local catholic church she attended. It is in this, dad won her heart. Dad had visited his sister, Gladys, she was married to a certain man. The two met and this is how their marriage came to be. Mom fell in love o first sight. Dad was a cool guy she thought. The feeling was mutual, dad didn't have to promise her a waterfall for her love. Mom later escaped with dad one morning, boarded a coach for the first time in life too Kitale.
But she had to wait for dad to get well, leave for Eldoret before she could execute the plan. Dad was very sick. He had been involved in an accident. His legs could not move. Mom had the responsibility of taking care of both us and dad. Dad groaned and did all those things one would have done while in pain, but one thing never changed; his attitude towards mom. He still ordered her around and was never in believe that his mother and mom quarreled.
Perhaps he never understood love at that time. Marriage was an initiation, it was an institution that one just found themselves in, you identify a partner, as them for a hand in marriage and boom, you're husband and wife. A formal ceremony was no that necessary for an African man those days.
Men are egocentric. They make up rules, rules meant to feed their own desires and interests. It is very common that one will always find such in any African setting. In the Bukusu's of the Luhya community for example, when a chicken is slaughtered, all the fleshy parts were for the head of the house. The gizzard in particular was meant for the father, you fail to give it as a wife and you're "fired".
Mom persevered anyway, waiting for a week was never an issue, she nusrsed him thouh recovery, he then left for work the following week, never suspecting the calmness mom had worn that entire time. Soon after dad left mom was in line too, her luggage all set, mom departed one fine morning. She left i and little Moses all by our selves; asleep.
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Things worsened for mom. Mother-in-law was too rough, mom resorted to be resilient but the pressure from the on-laws was too much to bear. The only person mom trusted for as friend had died, dad was so busy with work for him to notice what she went through, she had to revamp her earlier plans to go back home. This time, she had to be smart and careful, she had no option, that was the only thing she had to do for the better life she wanted.
Mom had an ego. She narrates how she could not accept to be in an affair with any man from her neighborhood. None deserved a beautiful woman like she was. Unlike many hyperactive women in the village, mom stayed home, cooked and washed all day. When the chores were done, she either slept or sang the catholic hymns she learnt at the local catholic church she attended. It is in this, dad won her heart. Dad had visited his sister, Gladys, she was married to a certain man. The two met and this is how their marriage came to be. Mom fell in love o first sight. Dad was a cool guy she thought. The feeling was mutual, dad didn't have to promise her a waterfall for her love. Mom later escaped with dad one morning, boarded a coach for the first time in life too Kitale.
But she had to wait for dad to get well, leave for Eldoret before she could execute the plan. Dad was very sick. He had been involved in an accident. His legs could not move. Mom had the responsibility of taking care of both us and dad. Dad groaned and did all those things one would have done while in pain, but one thing never changed; his attitude towards mom. He still ordered her around and was never in believe that his mother and mom quarreled.
Perhaps he never understood love at that time. Marriage was an initiation, it was an institution that one just found themselves in, you identify a partner, as them for a hand in marriage and boom, you're husband and wife. A formal ceremony was no that necessary for an African man those days.
Men are egocentric. They make up rules, rules meant to feed their own desires and interests. It is very common that one will always find such in any African setting. In the Bukusu's of the Luhya community for example, when a chicken is slaughtered, all the fleshy parts were for the head of the house. The gizzard in particular was meant for the father, you fail to give it as a wife and you're "fired".
Mom persevered anyway, waiting for a week was never an issue, she nusrsed him thouh recovery, he then left for work the following week, never suspecting the calmness mom had worn that entire time. Soon after dad left mom was in line too, her luggage all set, mom departed one fine morning. She left i and little Moses all by our selves; asleep.
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