Friday, October 9, 2015

Juicy 411...Botch-kid mother~love



Dear career woman,
Heavens and earth are daily celebrating the glory of your success. They rejoice to the fact that our Almighty Lord gave you a philanthropic heart such that your generosity remains an unmatched puzzle of all time; Every time. Please could you remind me of the last charity event you attended? Yes it’s pretty gorgeous that it was not at all in vain to clinch your current status and position. A mother, a woman Rep, A True Leader. A force to reckon.

Few distinct features caught my attention and keep imprisoning my imaginations to the fact that your habitual attitude is glamorously a stance of confidence, self-assertion and satisfaction. Oh your wardrobe is immensely rich, as your face is entirely pimped with superfluous layers of expensive concoctions to make you glossy and iconic from a distance. Well KUDOS!!

They say the higher you go… (Help me) find the answer to this confusing phrase for I can’t comprehend the right jargon to effectively fill the idiom. I have met many, the decision makers of crucial executive meetings, with big portfolios that I can’t fully capture in the limited word characters within A-Z. They are extravagant sassy spenders’, but whose business is it? Am left shut and deeply locked in the thought synthesis.

               Let’s face the buffalo head on! Am a son of a servant; a peasant farmers son was the best my bursary description could ever have for me to at least get a chance to be considered for fund allocations. Ha! But where in the deserted scorch Kamba land could anyone find any farmer? All the same irony got its right chance but am grateful to those who made my life a happy mission. Happiness is the ultima of life. Many argue its money or riches which with a lot of humility I don’t deny but then again, better reasons are chocked in the converse of inhumanity.
                Dear mama your botch is your sons/daughters best ally; 411… s/he even called her Mum before you. Tell the entire world how this feels realizing someone of  a lesser social class than yours is gloriously crowned  the mother of the son or daughter you went around carrying for 8 plus months even without the  shame that you had unprotected sex!!! What happened to the automatic Mother-child fibre that’s so powerful than Faiba? It’s a sad truth to deal with, for you value your job at the expense of your only family turning out to be a pathetic, egocentric monster living a utopic lifestyle. Do you ever account for the countless dinners your immediate family refuse your dishes due to it insensitive dietary Quotient disposing your weaknesses to your immediate when your house help goes for leave? Your hubby keeps worried if you were a fallen Avocado from moon or another arrogant ignorant daughter of a reputable Billionaire trying to achieve a living? On a lighter note, did you ever play Kalongolongo?

Dirty dishes, excess left-overs, messy room and living a quarrelsome life that your friends’ friends are even scared to associate with you. To worsen the situation more, you have bought very expensive cologne, sprays, perfumes and deodorants to keep you fresh; nevertheless the checks and balances never rhyme to the desired proportions; Sugar-coating a rotten habit is a useless expensive endeavour that exposes your pathetic life styles.
Oh please mama, you have a posh spacious mortgage, then again what’s up with the million crawling micro-organisms breeding in your home?

At the age of 14, your daughter is aware of all dull videos such that she gets blank skirmishes at daytime due to the unwanted exposure to free Wi-Fi and very fast speed gadgets that you rarely limit the freedom of access. Her dress code leaves young energetic boys filling puzzles of how fast they can trace the honey well of your daughter…"my dress my  choice" (polite request)Please mama, be a role model to your family. The wind at time intentionally exposes her nudity due to the disgust she exposes in the name of fashion. Your son is so rude to a point that he is not even scared of the Boinnet boys with at times looming in the confusion of need, weed, greed or breed?
In the supremacy of your hard earned glory is an incubated immortal; destroying your reputation and usefulness. Offering divorce as options in the search of miss independent!!! Look now. You got moola and peace is in its last pieces, sarcastically crushing you into a pathetic being.

This was never an attack. It was a simple reminder. No matter the position, no matter the class, no matter the income, you are gloriously honoured to be a mother. Please maintain your integrity and enjoy a happy life with hope that ignorance will be the last vocabulary in your tongue. I love all mother; for it’s because of them that we are.
Dear mama, you are raising someone’s wife or husband, please do it diligently and may the will and grace of our Wonderful Father Lord Al Mighty be upon your lives. 

©GKatolo 2015 .....@Thank you

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