I am born sandwiched amongst dudes,two brothers before two brothers after me.I got two other sisters who came later,Shout out to mom,you are a strong woman.Back to dad,this man has always been the best friend and the only person i can call to listen to.When i call you it is because i wanna tell you something.If you got anything to tell me,make that call.but not with this man.You call him and he starts preaching to you on the phone.i want to tell him "Daddy the international call airtime thins my wallet down".But i cant,i listen attentively with a yes or an amen after the statements until he does finish.
Growing up was interesting.I remember dad beating me once with a slipper(i think i was in class three).I had left with this girl to their hotel in the market after school(who could resist mandazi offer who).
the other time our relationship was corroded i was in class five.I had this long hair that had to be maintained.Mom wasn't good at making the cornrows so i had to get the best in the village.It used to take like the whole Sunday after church hence no time to do home work.I had never seen position five and above since joining school.Always was on the three top best.Dad has archived those report forms since class one.So this one time i was position five and his Lordship felt it was the lack of concentration and the hair thing.He called me up,with this sternness of you dare not say no.He took the the scissors and cut one row from ma forehead to the end.he then gave me thirty bob to go and shave at the barbers.Shaving was ten bob i suspect the twenty bob was to tell me,"I did it out of love my dear daughter".I went got the hair shaved off came back home and started crying.i cried even in my sleep.
Those years in high school when feel you are big enough to make friends ooh the Old boy(this is with all due respect) was tough on me.During vacations i would want to visit school mates back in the village across the river.The Old boy had his word.I was only allowed to leave if i were to go with Junior.See,Junior is my little cousin.He was in lower primary when i was in high school.That innocent age with the inquisitive eye,the one able to give an account of every detail from once we left,whom we met on the road,what we ate and when we left the other end.Yes that was my handbag.Poor junior, sorry for the moments you were forced to stop playing with your rag foot ball to follow me up.sorry for the times you sat sheepishly as we gossiped about teachers at school.There was a curfew no getting home past six,i tried,easy man easy,never was i on trouble for this.
His worship was/is the mayor of his house.And he personally was/is a clean man.He used wear from Sir Henry's and his cologne was My Only Man.Though back in the village now,until today he takes a bath twice a day .He is always smart and clean.Dad has never left home even to go to the nearest shopping market in flip flops.He has his shoes on.
He is a strong Christian, he wakes up every day at 6.30am.He does his bible reading,meditation and prayers till seven then he can join for breakfast.He never gets late for church,ask his wife how many times she has been left behind if she is slow on preparation to church,hehe!
The other day my baby sister went to the village.She couldn't manage dads curfews she told her brother and all he could say "ask kaschana(that is how they call me hehe!) how to become friends with him.
I pray to God that you have great health.That you may leave to see your great great grand children.
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