I don’t want to read your story sometimes because I feel it’s exaggerated perhaps I don’t want to have your courage because I believe it’s impossible even though that’s what you have written instead I want to make my own story real.
” Sometimes I Wake up in the night thinking my sons are home only to find they went out overnight to some so called disco matangas. ( only in Kenya I guess) I Wonder how they locate this places so easily that their books end up becoming their last choice.”
That was a dad on their way to the shamba during one of my village treks. It got me wondering of the husband I might marry or the husband my daughter will end up with if am told he prefers those than schooling. I don’t claim having fun is a crime but back where I come from fun has been exaggerated even during the wrong occasions and coaxed our brothers into people we wouldn’t look up to for ourselves and daughters and then you wonder where would they then end up at ? . This dad had woken up as early as he could so his sons won’t lack fee while schooling but they cannot see this love of a father and his dream to see his kids make his home better than it is. I felt his tone and I couldn’t stop wondering what was going on in his mind. I wished I could tell him am here and I’d make him happy if that’s what he wanted but no I was on my way somewhere….
‘I have realised that back here girls are only in a hurry to get married and so are men… What’s wrong with them can’t they see that their future is at risk with so many kids ligned up ? ”
That was my urban friend having paid a visit to his perhaps grandmother and saw what he did not expect.Well for me that was painful normal. I can’t judge either of the parties involved neither can I give an approval of the right choice made. When it comes to this I hold myself responsible how comes I was brought up in the same environment and yet I did not get married at that age was there no something I could do to salvage my friends from that mentality.? Yes there was but I was self centred and did not see what they were lacking so I could give it to them.Sometimes it’s never about their parents but about us too… We need to help them see what their parents could not. That was friendship I broke away from but it is okay now.
As much as am writing, there is nothing I have done about it. We all have excuses we just hope we could one day go beyond them and fight for what is right.
There are stories of successful village boys and girls out there you read them and give yourself some hope but unfortunately this is what the people I’ve grown up with lack…someone to look up to .. Those who succeed vanish and never come back to see whether they left something good behind. We need you back here because your child will need a good learned wife some day and so will your daughter but back here you all left and we lacked who to look up to.
We read your stories only because we have the exposure but not because we can easily access you. Please limit your busy schedules and come back home. Prove to us that despite of that muddy dark invisible village we can still make it. Don’t write your stories because we cannot access them yet come by yourselves and teach us show us that we could come out of this too.
I tend to think if I stopped and had a conversation with that dad I could have changed something look at me now I could not as well convince my friend to offer some help…..
But it’s possible if only we could come back to our roots again