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.
