The other day i was reading the October of the True Love magazine,as i was going to work and i saw a ka caption of a lady who said she lost 50 kgs in one year.She used to be 134 kgs but is now 75 kgs,she had me at weight.She has a website, that offers dietary advice on how to lose weight.I am not a sucker for diets,i have heard they work,i have never tried any though.Am a cynist,i did not believe that story and i emailed her.She among other things have decided,to be a thorn in my flesh today.
First of all, Kenya power could not have chosen a better time to make the lights “ran”away than when i was ironing.So there i was,at 5.00am bila lights,trust me,candle lit showers are not as romantic as we all thought…I under estimated the weather and as i was few blocks from my house a full on shower hit me.I never go back so running back to get an umbrella was out of question.I got to the stage all wet and shit!I get in a jav and am asked for money,i forgot my wallet!My day could not get any better…
When i finally got to work,i was having one of those mornings…Where i work you cant be pissed all day, something will get to your spirits up and have you forgetting why you were mad.
ANYWAY…i saw it fit to blog today,oh i know the next question is why that lady of dieting program had me mad,she said she charges for giving advice,17 whooping thousands!Let me not even get in to that…enjoy this post…(true story)
DOGS AND FLEAS
When i opened the door to let her in that night i knew something was amis..She was grunting in pain.Back then we did not have electricity,i therefore could not see her face.She was crying,I had seen and heard her crying before when things got tough,she would lock herself in the bedroom and cry to God.I was still half asleep,I let her in and went back to bed.
The following morning,i woke up and found her still crying her pillow a pool of tears and blood,her face was swollen partly from crying and partly from being beaten up.I was so shocked,i had never seen her like that,when i tried talking,we both started sobbing as she told me how thugs had attacked her as she was coming home from the bar where she worked.She lied,and for the life of me i have never understood why she did that.
I went to school very sad,i was in class eight and it was just a month to the main exam.She went to the hospital and they had to shave her hair to stitch a deep knife cut.When i came home,she had a sling on her arm as it was dislocated.it was a pitiful sight.She was far from the beautiful lady i knew,a former shadow of herself.
A few weeks later,she returned to work,against our concerns.Two days later,she came home beaten up again.This time whoever had beaten her was trying to finish the job he had started.She had strangulation marks on her neck,her voice had disappeared,her face was full of bruises.She lied again that she had been attacked by thugs, nobody bought that story for a minute.Nobody gets attacked by thugs two times in a row unless you have a pact with the thugs to inflict pain on you.
A few days later as i was cleaning her room,i saw a police report she had filed against one Mr. X.I asked her about it and i got some serious stifling for snooping.I let it go but i told my brother about it.He talked to her,he asked her who Mr X was and why she had filed an assault case against him,i do not know how that went down.
A month later,i cleared my primary education.Two weeks later,i left home to find a future for my self,we had a difference of opinion with her.I never told anyone where i went.That is story for another post.
Two days after i left the worst happened, Mr X finally finished what he had started.Nobody knows for sure what happened that night.
A week later my relatives found me where i was leaving and asked me to go home.I have never felt how i felt that day when i got home and found a tent outside and so many people.Instantly i knew someone had died but i did not think for a second it was her.Well,my worst fears were confirmed by everyone but i could not believe them.
At the morgue,i got a glimpse of her lying in a casket.Her beautiful face now deep purple with bruises and blotches of dried blood all over.That image was permanently engraved in my mind.
That was my mama.The pillar of our lives that was.The light that was.Gone too soon,a victim of ruthless brutal and cold violence from a man she thought she loved.Had she left when he first hit her, maybe she would still be alive.
We always have a choice to change things,we always have a voice to put an end to any b.s in our lives,but do we use it?Do we ignore things and blame then on fate?
Think about it.