Raised by an overweight woman who mixes up her r’s and l’s
Raised by a prematurely bent man who irons people’s clothes for a living
Raised by a primary school teacher who says she and his when she ought to say he and hers
Raised by a Madina to Kaneshie trotro driver who started out as a trotro mate
Raised by a tired old market woman who dropped out of school in Primary 2 to work in a farm

Educated in the best public school she could afford
Extra studies teacher for Mathematics because you didn’t understand ratios and proportions
English textbooks and all the storybooks you wanted though he couldn’t read or write very well

Just so you could have a better life than they have

And all your working moments are spent trying to make enough to make him happy too
Sometimes, in the quiet of the night, you sit and pray… that she doesn’t die before you can afford to send her on a trip around the world
Because though he says all he really wants is to see you happy with your own family, you want to give him more
Because she deserves it

And when that moment comes, you savour it

That look of pride and gratitude on a parents face when you do good is worth every sleepless night
Worth all that extra work

Above all, you see that they see that you were worth it too.

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  1. Speechless. I’m in silence. Thank you for this. Discovering this 2 years after. I know I will come back to it every few years to check in. Please never take down this blog. Please.

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