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Que Sera, Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)! #British, my dear mother used to and occasionally still does sing for me this song. I really did not fathom the lyrics to this song, I only sang along because it always made her happy hearing me sing (PS: I cannot sing to save even an ant’s life).
As I grew older, the song started making sense to me.
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I am 24 years old. I have 2 brothers and 1 sister. We all hail from #NgongKeren and #British is the only parent I have. I don’t know who my Dad is but #British sure does cover up well for that role :)
Most people look at me and quickly assume my life is less stress free and more colourful. Well let me put it out there that the devil dropped people’s problems on our doorstep and they never pick them up so I’m forced to deal with them. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. If anything, I appreciate it.
Over the years, I have come to appreciate the exposure I get in life.
#British, now 70 years old, has severe arthritis, has suffered 2 strokes, has kidney problems, has an amputated right leg and has recently recovered from pneumonia. On the flip side, she has the BIGGEST heart, the most beautiful hair and a zany sense of humor. She is the most amazing woman I have ever known. She has a fighting spirit that is truly out of this world. God gave her such a colorful soul that she never sees the dark cloud that I see lingering in our life.
Last year on my birthday, 15th January (hint hint..ahem), she suffered her first stroke but she completely healed from it. This year on the same date, I specifically asked God to not make her sick on my birthday. What I should have asked Him is to not make her sick at all.
Exactly a week after my legendary birthday (big up #shereheRus), #British suffered a stroke. This time it was more severe than the last.
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In December, my bank account FINALLY hit a 6 figure (kaching ching!) and I was so excited that I even forgot to tithe (head hung in shame) instead I became too comfortable. I became a spender but I was in denial. I made sure my friends never lacked and this brought small frequent quarrels with #British. This led to my decision to move out and anyway I was going back to school and there was no way I was going to be ‘locomoting’ from Nairobi to #NgongKeren at 9pm after class. So I found a house in Ngumo and told #British, who did not take it too well. Is there any mother who takes it easy when their last born wants to move out?
School was to start on 17th January and I was to move out in early February.
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When I went to #British’s room that morning, I noticed her speech was slurred and she seemed to have lost balance because she couldn’t sit on her own. I remember holding back tears as I looked at her. I called up my cousin and #British was admitted in hospital. From that day henceforth, my account has been racing downwards like a cyclist with no brakes. Downhill it went till it reached a point I used to check my balance and cry. My hard earned money of 1 year was no more.
I really questioned God and He didn’t seem to listen. Infact, I was sure he was laughing at me.
I cancelled my classes. Never moved out and did not work for close to a month but thank God for an understanding boss and workmates who were there for me all through (Big up d’batables)
My friends. They were there. One thing, you should know about me is that I hate being needy and feeling helpless and I didn’t want them to be there for me. I felt ashamed of my situation. I always told myself ‘I got this’. But I didn’t. I used to crash everyday. Cry until I fall asleep. I felt like an abandoned rafter surrounded by cruise ships.
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It’s now 3rd March, and I just buried my cousin Alex (I miss him so much). I’m back to work and still trying hard to manage our house. Roles have turned. I am now the one taking care of #British and I am enjoying it. The only thing I’m still getting a hang of is my siblings putting pressure on me. I’m so tempted to say ‘I got it’ but I’m not too sure about that.
My boss keeps telling me at my age, I was forced to mature early which is true because I have met people my age and I go like ‘My Momma shudda had you!’. If another 24 year old was put in my shoes, would they hack? (This is not a rhetorical question)
So when you see me and think I have it easy, think again. We are all caught up in a twisted world but the good thing is that God gave us free will. You may look at the glass and say it half empty or you can be like me and empty the half full glass next to it to fill up the damn glass!
I have come to appreciate my life because it’s mine. It’s up to ME to change what I can. Accept that I am no superwoman. God is laughing but this time, I am laughing with him because He has seen me through A LOT! He wanted me to learn a few life lessons and I had to learn the hard way. I might feel like I’m starting from scratch but I thank God for the gift of life and opportunities.
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Always appreciate the little you have, it could be the most someone else has.
P.S. #British is at home improving and still cracking jokes.
Que Sera, Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)! #British, my dear mother used to and occasionally still does sing for me this song. I really did not fathom the lyrics to this song, I only sang along because it always made her happy hearing me sing (PS: I cannot sing to save even an ant’s life).
As I grew older, the song started making sense to me.
Back to Page 1
I am 24 years old. I have 2 brothers and 1 sister. We all hail from #NgongKeren and #British is the only parent I have. I don’t know who my Dad is but #British sure does cover up well for that role :)
Most people look at me and quickly assume my life is less stress free and more colourful. Well let me put it out there that the devil dropped people’s problems on our doorstep and they never pick them up so I’m forced to deal with them. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. If anything, I appreciate it.
Over the years, I have come to appreciate the exposure I get in life.
#British, now 70 years old, has severe arthritis, has suffered 2 strokes, has kidney problems, has an amputated right leg and has recently recovered from pneumonia. On the flip side, she has the BIGGEST heart, the most beautiful hair and a zany sense of humor. She is the most amazing woman I have ever known. She has a fighting spirit that is truly out of this world. God gave her such a colorful soul that she never sees the dark cloud that I see lingering in our life.
Last year on my birthday, 15th January (hint hint..ahem), she suffered her first stroke but she completely healed from it. This year on the same date, I specifically asked God to not make her sick on my birthday. What I should have asked Him is to not make her sick at all.
Exactly a week after my legendary birthday (big up #shereheRus), #British suffered a stroke. This time it was more severe than the last.
Forward to Page 3
In December, my bank account FINALLY hit a 6 figure (kaching ching!) and I was so excited that I even forgot to tithe (head hung in shame) instead I became too comfortable. I became a spender but I was in denial. I made sure my friends never lacked and this brought small frequent quarrels with #British. This led to my decision to move out and anyway I was going back to school and there was no way I was going to be ‘locomoting’ from Nairobi to #NgongKeren at 9pm after class. So I found a house in Ngumo and told #British, who did not take it too well. Is there any mother who takes it easy when their last born wants to move out?
School was to start on 17th January and I was to move out in early February.
Back to Page 2
When I went to #British’s room that morning, I noticed her speech was slurred and she seemed to have lost balance because she couldn’t sit on her own. I remember holding back tears as I looked at her. I called up my cousin and #British was admitted in hospital. From that day henceforth, my account has been racing downwards like a cyclist with no brakes. Downhill it went till it reached a point I used to check my balance and cry. My hard earned money of 1 year was no more.
I really questioned God and He didn’t seem to listen. Infact, I was sure he was laughing at me.
I cancelled my classes. Never moved out and did not work for close to a month but thank God for an understanding boss and workmates who were there for me all through (Big up d’batables)
My friends. They were there. One thing, you should know about me is that I hate being needy and feeling helpless and I didn’t want them to be there for me. I felt ashamed of my situation. I always told myself ‘I got this’. But I didn’t. I used to crash everyday. Cry until I fall asleep. I felt like an abandoned rafter surrounded by cruise ships.
Forward to Page 4
It’s now 3rd March, and I just buried my cousin Alex (I miss him so much). I’m back to work and still trying hard to manage our house. Roles have turned. I am now the one taking care of #British and I am enjoying it. The only thing I’m still getting a hang of is my siblings putting pressure on me. I’m so tempted to say ‘I got it’ but I’m not too sure about that.
My boss keeps telling me at my age, I was forced to mature early which is true because I have met people my age and I go like ‘My Momma shudda had you!’. If another 24 year old was put in my shoes, would they hack? (This is not a rhetorical question)
So when you see me and think I have it easy, think again. We are all caught up in a twisted world but the good thing is that God gave us free will. You may look at the glass and say it half empty or you can be like me and empty the half full glass next to it to fill up the damn glass!
I have come to appreciate my life because it’s mine. It’s up to ME to change what I can. Accept that I am no superwoman. God is laughing but this time, I am laughing with him because He has seen me through A LOT! He wanted me to learn a few life lessons and I had to learn the hard way. I might feel like I’m starting from scratch but I thank God for the gift of life and opportunities.
The last page
Always appreciate the little you have, it could be the most someone else has.
P.S. #British is at home improving and still cracking jokes.