Still Through Prayers, Mother

Angel mother 
The one God sent as His representative on Earth 
She's worried about her child who's going astray and the one who's trying to put life together

Is her baby well covered?

I never understood until I became a mother

My Mum has been my best friend since I started adulting and it's been awesome. We talk about everything and anything not only because I am a Mummy's girl but also because she has most of the answers if not all to my every question that at times poses as my confusion. No, we're not always been this way. We really had a lot of disagreements during my teenage days but that's because I thought I was such an adult that I could do anything that pleases me. Our relationship improved during my four years of stay at home after high school and I couldn't manage to join college due to financial issues. Now, that aside. Let's talk about what brought us here 

Mamana has been recently so involved in my life that at times I feel like I am giving her too many worries and concerns. It all started the very first time I told her that I'm expectant and I was just days into it. I would then develop complications that stretched all the way to the night I had my baby. My Mum would stay awake just to sing for me, ensure that I'm feeling better and that my tummy is massaged. She would answer all my questions including when the tough journey will end. Then I got the baby and she's been such a participant more than ever. Mothers become closer to daughters when daughters become mothers, very true! Let's kick-off, shall we?

I don't know the kind of prayers our mothers would  offer and still do to God every night but one that I am so sure of is them pleading with God to give us wings to fly to our own destinies and that  He may bless us on our way up and to keep us safe once we're there

With her fingers and palm deformed, old school and rough from working in the fields from dawn to dusk. She walks up and then down that intertwined path with logs of wood on her head with the goats in front of her. She passes by the river, takes a soapless bath, and carries with her a jerrican of water for bathing the babies and preparing supper. A thorn prick is nothing to her no more. She holds on to the happiness of her family

One of her sons is still home with no hopes of any job yet it's been five years since he graduated. He was seen weeks back at Mama Pima and the words fell in his mother's ears. That day, she tightened her rugged, discolored leso and bit her lower lip, she felt the labor pain she did feel thirty years ago. The same son doesn't show up for family dinner nor prayers. Rumours have it that he spends the whole day playing a jua at the village shopping center, with worn our blue flip flops and he stinks too. A graduate!

Her firstborn Onyango got a well-paying job in the city but us drunk with women. He sends nothing home apart from  "I will just come" whenever his mother begs him to come home and see with his own eyes the condition of her house. It's been years now but Onyango is still coming. His mother loves him still and prays for blessings upon his way despite the fact that she's slept on an empty stomach. 

Mary, her only daughter got married at an early age due to the situation back at home. There were no finances for her to join high school even though she'd performed so well at the K.C.P.E level. They had tried to make several trips to the chief's camp just so she could be sponsored but the chief couldn't get any of that. He needed "something small" before he helps out. Mnyonge hana haki

She never sleeps. She's awake the whole night with her eyes closed. Sometimes she whispers her stress out but praying most of it. When will things ever get better and even if they do then for how long! 

Her husband inherited another woman within the same village. She'd been broken on that day but that's a story for another day!.