Have you listened to people narrate stories about your family to you before you were born? How did it feel? I bet hearing that they did very well must have been a nice thing to hear. But I don't bet what it felt like hearing how much suffering my parents came through to get to where we are today because I know what it feels. Today, am gonna share what I was told about my mom and dad while trying to make ends meet. For us of cause. My siblings and I.
I am the fifth born in a family of seven. Of the seven, three are boys and four girls. But we were not seven. I heard that we were eight initially. My eldest sister that I didn't have a chance to see, died, long before I was born. She was( I didn't see you sis and I want you to know that I love you and will always remember that you were there) mum and dad's first child. Till this day, I don't know the exact cause of her death. I don't wanna ask mum coz that devastates her. I have heard so many thing. Sometimes people say she died of hunger, sometimes I hear them say she was blown away by wind. Some other times she was sick and passed on.
The point here is, she left mum, a first time mom who just got married into a 'relativeless ' family where she couldn't get her basic need. There are so many people who talked to me about my family before I was born and mum was just one of these people. She once told me that dad always made sure he provided them, mum and my two else brother with enough to eat after sis died.In our village,people had enough goats and sheep and they could slaughter whenever they needed mean.My family had none. So my father would go far away into the jungle to look for animals that have been left behind by owners for his family. He would then bring them home, make a prayer and slaughter it for the family. Whenever he doesn't get, he would kill an antelope and take home to them. That's so sad to hear,right?
On another occasion, just recently, I met an old man who is own distant relative while I was doing a girl mentorship program in Maikona,Marsabit-Kenya. He calls me Mzungu, which means a light skinned person or rather a white girl. I had passed by him after work and his wife made us tea. While enjoying the tea with him, he told me about how mum came to him when he was a soldier in Marsabit. He said that mama came in torn sari. One could see her thighs through the holes in her sari. The old man told me that since it was a taboo to look at a woman who is your relative's nakedness, he ran away and sent a woman who was a friend of him at the barracks, to give her his bed sheet for her to cover herself. After she was dressed good enough at least to be looked at and listened to, he came to see her. She had come to ask him for anything she could get to put on the ta let for her two sons and one year old daughter. Since he also didn't have enough money for his own family, he asked from his friends and did shopping of basic stuffs for her and gave her bus fare. That way, mum went home to her sons. Isn't this splendid.
Now mum took her children to school, I don't know how she managed but I know what she did so much but five children in school(my first bored brother and our fourth born didn't complete their studies.) and you have no income is not a joke. Mama deserves an award of the strong woman of all times. Daddy equally did great. I am now just thankful to God they were strong then because now that we are here ,nothing is gonna happen. We are working hard for them now. They are struggling no more.
I could spend the whole of today talking about this but lemme stop at that for today. Strong for myself,strong for the world! Cheers!