PARTING SHORT
Situations could not allow mom to stay longer. The negativity she faced was so intoxicating for the young mom she was. Mom had to leave. Early one morning, at around 5:30 she set out on a journey. A journey she was determined to do once. She was done with this. The ridicule, contempt and disrespect from the in-laws was more than she could bear. She was loving though to me and Moses of course. She did bathe the both of us, changed the diapers and breastfed us. Her boobs were dripping she narrates. She then silently closed the door behind her and left. The morning was chilly, birds chirped from the many trees that fenced the homestead.
She met a few early risers of course. Mum is shy and was even more shy back then. She walked herself all the way to the central business district. As early as it was she could manage to get any form of mechanical transport. The buses were few those days.
The bus she boarded was almost full when she arrived. The bus fare was affordable, she had money meant for food from dad. The man she sat next to was quite talkative, mom recalls, he would ask her a few questions here and there but mom's tense mood and fright of travelling alone was overwhelming. It took about an hour before the bus was out of town. Mom imagined of how the reception would be like at her expected destination. She was both frightened and happy. The journey was quite bumpy due to the poor Kitale-Kamkuywa road. Pot holes occupied almost a third of the road. This extended from Kiminini and all the way through Kamkuywa.
After about 40 minutes, moms breast started leaking. She tensed even more. Cases of young mothers abandoning their children were rampant and none was happy about this. The creepy guy beside mom noticed this of course. "Young lady, is everything OK?" Mom didn't answer. They journeyed on and arrived an hour later. Mom alighted and sought out a place to change her top. It was socked with breast milk and anyone might have noticed this. She did find a place where she changed the top. She added on a jacket to conceal any further leakages. The taxi guy taking her home wasn't that talkative and the ride was silent all through. The time was about 8:30 in the morning, a village wasn't likely to be that busy, most were still in the farm waiting for breakfast. She reached home and Grandma noticed her from the entrance.
"Wololo, is that Naliaka am seeing or is ageing deceiving my eyes?" Mom sensed trouble. She was still on the motorcycle. This shouting attracted the attention of more neighbors eager to know what caused the shouting. "Where are your children Naliaka? Whom did you leave them with?" Mom was speechless . Grandma loved the both of us, mom explains. She couldn't stand the fact that we were away from mom at such a tender age. We were about 7 months old i'm told.
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Situations could not allow mom to stay longer. The negativity she faced was so intoxicating for the young mom she was. Mom had to leave. Early one morning, at around 5:30 she set out on a journey. A journey she was determined to do once. She was done with this. The ridicule, contempt and disrespect from the in-laws was more than she could bear. She was loving though to me and Moses of course. She did bathe the both of us, changed the diapers and breastfed us. Her boobs were dripping she narrates. She then silently closed the door behind her and left. The morning was chilly, birds chirped from the many trees that fenced the homestead.
She met a few early risers of course. Mum is shy and was even more shy back then. She walked herself all the way to the central business district. As early as it was she could manage to get any form of mechanical transport. The buses were few those days.
The bus she boarded was almost full when she arrived. The bus fare was affordable, she had money meant for food from dad. The man she sat next to was quite talkative, mom recalls, he would ask her a few questions here and there but mom's tense mood and fright of travelling alone was overwhelming. It took about an hour before the bus was out of town. Mom imagined of how the reception would be like at her expected destination. She was both frightened and happy. The journey was quite bumpy due to the poor Kitale-Kamkuywa road. Pot holes occupied almost a third of the road. This extended from Kiminini and all the way through Kamkuywa.
After about 40 minutes, moms breast started leaking. She tensed even more. Cases of young mothers abandoning their children were rampant and none was happy about this. The creepy guy beside mom noticed this of course. "Young lady, is everything OK?" Mom didn't answer. They journeyed on and arrived an hour later. Mom alighted and sought out a place to change her top. It was socked with breast milk and anyone might have noticed this. She did find a place where she changed the top. She added on a jacket to conceal any further leakages. The taxi guy taking her home wasn't that talkative and the ride was silent all through. The time was about 8:30 in the morning, a village wasn't likely to be that busy, most were still in the farm waiting for breakfast. She reached home and Grandma noticed her from the entrance.
"Wololo, is that Naliaka am seeing or is ageing deceiving my eyes?" Mom sensed trouble. She was still on the motorcycle. This shouting attracted the attention of more neighbors eager to know what caused the shouting. "Where are your children Naliaka? Whom did you leave them with?" Mom was speechless . Grandma loved the both of us, mom explains. She couldn't stand the fact that we were away from mom at such a tender age. We were about 7 months old i'm told.
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