Samwana

My mother, a staunch Catholic, was the cornerstone of our family’s faith and values. Her unwavering devotion to her religion shaped our daily lives and provided a foundation of love, discipline, and compassion that carried us through both the joys and challenges of life. Every morning, she would rise before dawn to say her prayers, her soft whispers a familiar sound that gently nudged us awake. The rosary beads slipped through her fingers with practiced ease, each bead a testament to her dedication. Her faith was not just a private practice but a living, breathing part of our household. Sundays were special in our home. The scent of freshly baked pancakes mingled with the aroma of incense as my mother prepared for Mass. She dressed with care, her modest, elegant attire reflecting the solemnity of the occasion. As we walked to church, her hand firmly holding mine, I felt a sense of peace and purpose, knowing that this weekly ritual was a part of something much larger than ourselves. Aft...

That easy Saturday you'd wake me up by pulling my beads.You'd follow me everywhere in the house as if I'd run away from you.You'd cry at the bathroom door as I take a shower.You won't even let me brush my teeth in peace you had to follow and imitate daddy.No chills as dad was in control even as mum was out for work.Fully dressed in heavy clothes complete with socks and Marvin,you were safe from the July cold in Nairobi. I was dressed in a pair of my navy blue shorts and a t-shirt.I know this was an assurance that daddy will be indoors all day and won't leave you.Breakfast is served by aunty.You leave your sweetly prepared uji and opt for my sugarless tea.Its not sweet at all but you decide to have what daddy has because daddy is never wrong.You reach for the remote control and randomly press.The channel shows your favorite KCB cub account advert.That is your favorite I know.I had even requested uncle Evans who works at KCB to send me so that i wo...