My God, My Father liveth – Season 1

Nothing is impossible with God

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Some place in the white man’s land, I met Judy (not her real name). I noticed her from the uncomfortable way she pressed and swayed her legs. At first I thought she was pressed and moved closer to direct her to the airport washrooms.

‘Can’t wait to get home’ she replied ‘feel bad leaving this summer to head for the rains’ I replied

‘Hi, Judy’ she extended her hand and introduced myself too ‘Essy. Guess you have been away for a long time, you are so anxious to go back’ I started the conversation/interrogation/search for another blog story.

‘Thirty years now’ her face changed, a drop of tears made me rush for my green hankie. ‘Sorry, don’t worry, all will be well, coffee or tea?’ I offered to order.

‘Its alright Essy. My mum gave birth to me when she was still in the University. When I was four years…

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My God, My Father liveth – Season 1

Some place in the white man’s land, I met Judy (not her real name). I noticed her from the uncomfortable way she pressed and swayed her legs. At first I thought she was pressed and moved closer to direct her to the airport washrooms.

‘Can’t wait to get home’ she replied ‘feel bad leaving this summer to head for the rains’ I replied

‘Hi, Judy’ she extended her hand and introduced myself too ‘Essy. Guess you have been away for a long time, you are so anxious to go back’ I started the conversation/interrogation/search for another blog story.

‘Thirty years now’ her face changed, a drop of tears made me rush for my green hankie. ‘Sorry, don’t worry, all will be well, coffee or tea?’ I offered to order.

‘Its alright Essy. My mum gave birth to me when she was still in the University. When I was four years old, she met her husband who refused to take me in. I had to live with my grandmother but life was not easy as she was old and ailing. There were German missionaries in our church who knew my story. To cut the story short, they took me with them to Germany and that seemed to relieve my mother and step father. I am now a neuro-surgeon and have an operation to do in the big city’ She narrated her story making the flight shorter. ‘Sorry and congratulations too’ I encouraged

‘you cant imagine who my patient is’     ‘definitely no, so many are ailing back home’ I replied

‘my mum’  ‘what, how?’ I was speechless and now attentive more than before.

‘An application landed in our hospital for us to send a surgeon to Africa. When it was my turn to go through the application, I recognized my mother’s details as in name, age, place of birth, her mother’s name, her husband’s name etc. I asked the head surgeon to allow me do the surgery since it was my home country and language was not a barrier, he agreed’

‘So the family is waiting to receive you, right?’ I asked

‘No. they can’t recognize me, I am all grown up and have a second German name’

Having become good friends, Judy invited me to the hospital on the big day. She gave me a white coat to wear and from the big glass windows, we watched the family stream near the theatre. I could tell it was a well up family. We headed to the place where her mother was been prepared by the nurses and Judy directed that she be taken to the theatre. The operation took exactly six hours. My friend came out sweating, I was there waiting for her with a bottle of water. ‘How did it go?’ I asked

‘Successful, she is my mom, I did extra best’ I could tell her joy from her voice

Judy stayed in the country for another three months. It was one Saturday, she asked me to take her to visit her mother. She had been in touch with the family pretending to follow up on the patient and had somehow managed to get their physical address. The family lived in one of the posh neighborhoods in the city.

She was there, her mother now fully recovered. Her ‘step father’ welcomed us warmly. ‘What a humble surprise to have you doctors in our home’ Good food was ordered from the kitchen as Judy did follow up questions on her patient. They asked about Germany and we told them as much as they wanted to hear. I knew all this time, Judy was up to something. We had spent more than five hours in the home and felt we were now overstaying our visit. We were about to leave when suddenly Judy “Mr and Mrs. Kiragu, I have something for you and hope you will take it kindly” They were shocked and sat up more uprightly, hoping she did not forget a pin, scissors or bandage on her patient’s body.

“Mum, dad” What? Ok not yet, I held my surprise “Mum, I am Judith Gakweru, your daughter” I watched every second as the woman almost collapsed but God stopped it, she needed to witness this. Tears were flowing down their faces as Judy narrated her story. They gave up on her but still she sprung up to successful destiny. Their hands were too feeble to hold her, they had no enough apologetic words, just tears. Judy knelt before them, tried to dry their tears. Her step siblings could not stop tormenting their parents with ‘why this and that’ I cried too.

To cut the long story short, Judy is now in touch with her parents, she even invited them for summer holidays last year in Berlin. It’s a whole family once again. She asked me to share this with you and let you know forgiveness heals, no matter how deep the cut is. Just forgive and let God do the healing.

I have more testimonies to share with you, keep following this page (dailynotesite), your story is also welcome to be shared.

I wonder, if you were Judy (he or she), would you forgive? Would you have picked the application letter and offer extra best surgery or would you have caused her death? Would you have let them know that you are their child? What would you have done?

 

That Lady

Have you ever watched the skies on early morns and late nights. Yes early morns, I mean fixing the eyeballs on the earthly roof for some thirty minutes as if searching for something, not a miracle this time but you see the clouds sleeping away the dark and grey matters replacing them with a blue lining. Same case I repeat every night when the moon calls out the stars’ roll call and I watch them take positions one by one. I just took you through what I do when my mind fills up and blocks.

This lady had given me sleepless nights. She is an envy of many, I just happen to be one. I have travelled the world with her, many countries and palaces we have seen, she took the plane and cabs, I followed her every move on internet, from my kitchen stool. I know her home better too, know quite a lot about her kids and hubby, Yes I follow that too on the web.

The president have shaken her hand and congratulated her. I realized she got her first degree after she gave birth to her two daughters. After her degree, she started just like most of us till she started her own firm. She has been contracted by the government severally to do some feasibilities all over the world. Her name is Janet (not her real name).

When I first saw Janet on telly, something hit me and I found myself wishing to be like her or at least half of her. So I set my laptop in a library, I read all the magazines in the library about her, I googled and asked the librarian much about her, never mind my big asking mouth, it landed me luck. The librarian was Janet’s cousin, she stayed in Janet’s house. All this I came to learn when one day in the library, a hand tapped my shoulder. I didn’t turn, I was busy. The hand tapped again and I furiously turned with those harsh words ready to drain on the hand’s owner but that was not so.

“Hi Essy, my name is Janet” my legs lost balance, luckily I fell back to the chair I had been sitting on.

Janet pulled a chair next to me, took my hand “Essy, don’t worry, the librarian is my cousin and she told me all about you and your research. She stays at my place and she has been talking so much of your interests so I decided to ease your search.” My eyes were still searching for some light, I was in a dream world, I came to understand how God works. Talk of miracles, this was it.

“Essy, Just believe in yourself for anything is possible. People will always try to run you down especially when you are sailing on the right path but hold on tight to what you believe and want, they will eventually tire and let you do your thing. Anyone can shine, just start from somewhere, today not tomorrow, work on that seed you plant today, till around it when the weeds come, water it with your sweat, the flowers will one day come and soon the fruits. It is never too late to start. Essy, you can never be like anyone else, be yourself, set your dream and wake up to fulfil it” she left me her contacts and left. We have been in touch and yester morning she added something more to her unending advice.

“Essy, here you are, soon you will reap from your labour, please try to mentor someone else. The writer of a book does not shelve it in his bedroom but in the libraries and web for all to read. Your life is a book, some will read and love it, take their hands and show them the way when they reach out to you, just like I did years ago”

Janet was leaving the country for an ambassadorial job abroad. I felt like she left me her shoes to wear. I looked around and my first wish was if I ever have funds, I will start a poetry or literature writing competition in the country.   Psss………… Kindly let the president know my wish and reach out to me.

Its just a challenge to you too, Its never too late to start something, don’t shelve it, your display could help someone else get an idea.

God bless Janet. I said last night as I watched the stars dancing in the skies like small kids in the playground. What a wonderful God you are.

One thing maybe you can help many understand is sharing with us;– how can one know their key to life, is it education, is it talent or is it just luck? How did you make it or how are you making it? Was it your education, your talent or mere luck? Some stranded teens are reading, light their ways.

 

 

 

Hubby from heaven

I was a bride in their wedding. Yes I love these two lovebirds that if possible I would shift houses and be their neighbor.

Frank is just the perfect husband, that kind of gentle heart and care any woman would reach out for. Currently he is a certain company’s CEO but wait before you conclude he has the cash to finance it. It’s not about the money. I have known Frank running up and down the streets, from office to office, looking for printing jobs. It’s the common story of graduates missing their target job.

All this time Frank the hustler was sweating out, he had a wife and two kids to feed. The CEO job did not come easily, the same company that employs him today was one of his printing clients. One day the board Chairman took personal interest in Frank, started him off as a manager to where he is today.

It was not about Frank’s job, it’s his gentle manhood. His darling wife, Cathy can confess she does not understand when we complain of long queues at the supermarkets. Frank has been doing the shopping since. Frank knows very well that Cathy works but have never asked her what she does with her money. He pays rent, does shopping, pays school fees, pays for holiday, yes he pays all the bills.

Cathy on the other hand takes care of household like paying the house help, replacing furniture, buys the family’s clothing, salon etc yes she just keeps the house and family beautiful. Before I forget, she manages the family’s joint bank account. (heard someone ask for a break, ……granted.)

I wonder if they ever quarrel since been a close friend, I have never been asked to put out any fire, guess they just know how to handle their beef which comes with both been listeners and not commanders like most of us. Only God knows how many times I have called them in the middle of the night to come solve a domestic quarrel. It’s time to learn some points.

Frank never goes home late, yes he drinks his two bottles on Fridays but he once told me it’s a rule for the family to eat dinner together. In any case he feels like going out late at night, he goes with Cathy after putting the kids to bed. He insists going out alone sometimes with the boys and staying late, getting drunk that’s when the girls take advantage, so he carries his own queen. Wow! Lucky Cathy. When did you last go out with your wife?

Watch this couple every Saturday evening taking a lazy walk round the estate. They say that’s when they solve their problems. When walking they are able to talk freely and from the heart rather than when seated at home. I didn’t know that and guess you too just learnt. So they have a way of solving their problem. I wonder how you solve yours. Do pans and plates fly? Do you stay out late drinking? Is that when you call your mistress and spend the night there? Whatever…. It’s your beef, solve it.

Frank makes sure he saves enough every year to take his family for holiday abroad. Yes I said abroad, do you even save to take yours to the village or has town become everything? It’s a challenge, take it or leave it.

I wonder how many reading this can challenge Frank, say I am a better man than him. Sincerely confess to adore your queen and put the family first. Don’t raise up your hand yet. Kindly take a few minutes, swallow your pride and rethink about it, visualize your queen and imagine yourself acting the Frank cast and in a months’ time guess what would be the difference. Yes I knew it, I guessed right your answer, your bank account would have gone down, your boys will start laughing at you, your culture does not allow that!

Are you ready for all this? Now let’s see who thinks is better than Frank or who is ready to make a change in his matrimonial home despite all the odds. Put down your signature on the comments.

 

What a life!

Have you ever stared at a friend who is only two years older than you and wondered what went wrong? Ken was my primary school desk mate, very close since we happened to be from the same village, after parting ways in High School, we met again in college, did different courses but we have in touch after that.

We move on to our marital homes and with the busy schedules, calls were reserved for once in two weeks, brief and to the point but I had come to note his words were getting fewer per the next conversation, from his face book posts, he looked like a father to university teenagers while his kids were in middle primary school.

Call me what you want but my dreams always come true. I take my dreams seriously and that’s why after I had a bad dream about Ken, I called him early the next morning and demanded a meeting that very same day. It was on Saturday and we both had time in the afternoon.

I found him waiting, sipping a bottle of beer, he looked distant that he did not even notice me entering the open restaurant. “Hi Ken” I shouted joyously trying to distract him. “Hi Essy” He replied calmly, the usual hug was nowhere.

“Hope everything is okay. Why the big haste?” He asked, no smile on his face.

“May be you should be the one doing the talking. What is wrong with you? I am your friend, talk to me” I started it after I ordered my glass of juice.

“What are you talking about Essy? I didn’t call you, you are the one who called for a meeting” Ken was getting agitated.

“I had a bad dream” ‘Come on Essy, you still worry about your dreams, so did you have a bad one about me?’ Ken would never get me upset no matter how hard he tried, he is like a brother to me, so many times he have rescued me from tough situations.

“Come on bro, I know something is wrong, spit it, I am all ears”

“Okay, Its Maggie, She have changed, I have done all I can but am losing my mind.” He halted but I needed him to spill out all the beans.

“Remember I met her when she was just a receptionist. She went back to school, have been upgrading and now she is a manager in that same big Hotel. She is earning well. If not for the lying devil who have made Maggie his refuge, life would probably be at its peak. We both drive our own good cars, we no longer rent but live in our home, kids are doing well but Maggie…” Tears dropped from his eyes, I reached his hand and squeezed it signaling to him that I am listening and wish to hear the whole story.

“Maggie insults me everyday. I lie on the coach, she calls me a lazy idiot, I go out for walk, she calls me a dog, that I have been out there with women. She has turned to drinking, coming home late and adultery, yes Essy, I once paid private investigators and they gave me the evidence on tape.” More tears down the cheeks

“I once kicked her out of the house but she went to court claiming to have the kids, I couldn’t let the kids go so I had to let her back. I have reported everything to her parents but since she is the one maintaining all their bills, there’s nothing much they could do. Essy, forgive me but I have been contemplating killing her” No, no, no, that was my bad dream, I saw Ken killing Maggie.

“I am so sorry Ken, but let murder be the last option, think of the kids in a children’s home after you are jailed for life after killing their mother, there must be a way out”

“Which one Essy? which one? I really need a way now! God fearing Essy, please don’t tell me to pray, I have done that already and no response!” he barked at me. I needed to think fast

I thought of asking him to move out and visit the kids over the weekend. It didn’t make sense, he loved his kids to go a day without them noting that Maggie was not the best mother you could trust your kids with.

Then another one was to take time and get visas ready for him and the kids, leave without notice. He smiled at that, maybe it was better.

I was afraid of whatever advice to give but I hope my last was good.

What goes wrong after a few years when two lovebirds stay together? Where do the respect go? Where do the love travel to and can it ever be recalled back? When and why do you start seeing your other partner as an enemy, as a nobody? I don’t know what you would do if your friend was in that situation, what would you advice?

Can the women be dear hubbies?

Pans, plates, pillows were flying everywhere amid words that cannot be written for people to read. That was Jack and Joyce house. Joyce is my old friend since college days.

Still remember those beautiful college days, some memories should last forever. We shared a hotel room with my great friend Joyce. I still remember how we could go shopping for clothes over the weekend and our wardrobes were among the best.

Wearing those short skirts and tight jeans were the norm of the day. Yes we were modern girls. Those backless tops made every boy want to take us out on weekends.

Time has changed then, it’s been couple of years and now we are both settled in our homes. We wake to those busy days that demand decent dressing. To me it’s no big deal, actually I love my trouser suits, they ease my dress choosing every morning.

It was one Saturday evening and I had decided to check on Joyce since it was not normal for her not to pick or return my calls. Maybe she was sick but I needed no appointment to her home, I was always welcome there.

I found the drama going on, it was not a fight really but the urgument had their voices so high, object flew as a sign of how angry the other partner was.

“Thank God Essy you are here. I love my mini dresses and mini skirts and tell me don’t I look good in them?” I stupidly grinned for an answer since I was not sure of where the this path would lead.

“Jack has a problem with everything I wear, I wear the minis to work, he says I am out to attract male colleagues, I wear my tights over the weekend, its still a problem, why does he think all am after is attracting other men?” Jack is Joyce husband. Oh my God, how do I tell her that I too hate those short clothes in our office but keeping mum would be better?

“But Joyce, why do you wear the short clothes, you are married now, guess you should just dress smart and you know…” The stern look from Joyce cut short my lecture.

“Listen Essy. You can side with Jack, I don’t care, I now you are always in trousers. But please hear me out, I am still a girl inside, I want other people to look at me say ‘wow’. I love it when the managers compete on who to take me out for lunch since he (pointing at Jack) never even calls me for a lunch date, I love my clothes and no one will change that. Before you start on your lectures, let me let you in on this one. I realized that he (Jack) dates his secretary, I learnt this after scrolling through his text messages and on some he was telling the secretary how her short skirts makes him…(skip).. So that means he loves seeing her legs, so I guess he should see mine too. He gets upset because he thinks that since his secretary wears the short skirts to seduce him, I too wear my own to seduce the men in our company” I think so too Joyce, you wear to seduce them not the girl thing, oh my, this is just a hard topic to discuss. You know arguing with someone who only have the summary points. Thanks to Jack, he was quiet all this time guess to the respect he has on me.

But still I wonder why men get jealous when their women wear the short mini dresses or skirts yet they flatter with the ladies in the offices who wear them. Why won’t men like their women to wear the tight jeans on Fridays at work, yet they will take the same kind of dressed women for an evening coffee. Why can’t you just let her wear them, love her in them and take out, show her off to your friends, yes, she is your beautiful wife and you will hear them say ‘wow, what a ..(skip).. wife you got, you are lucky buddy’ or would it be too hard for you to hear them compliment you like that. And you women, are you sure you don’t wear the short and tight clothes to seduce men, are you sure it’s the ‘girl thing’ inside? Can someone tell me if it’s okay for a wife to wear this kind of clothes, show off her curves and legs and more have them say ‘wow’.

My EX wants back

“This is too much to bear, if I hold it anymore, I will burst, maybe go crazy, wear tattered clothes on the streets and scream it all out, but I thank God I have to download all to you. What are friends for anyway?

I am sorry but for this long we have been friends, I have just been trying to cover it all up with smiles and all fake stories. Things were just negative of what I presented but I guess every woman is taught to do so, wear a great fake smile when her heart is crying blood.

My children’s father is called Ben, a very successful career guy. We met when I was in college, one thing led to the other and we found ourselves settled in one house. One year later our daughter was born and that is when all hell broke loose. I saw the other side of Ben I never knew, he started drinking heavily and coming home late. I could bear that as he used to pay the house rent as I catered for food and house-help from the secretarial salary I earned then. I kept telling myself he would one day get tired of drinking and realize himself. Yes, that was so but he opened another chapter, women.

I had just given birth to our son and had decided to leave work and concentrate on family matters. Ben too supported the idea and he saw me through financially with all I needed.

One day I decided to clear up the bedroom, get rid of all unnecessary books and papers, old clothes etc. I started with the clothes. I had bought an extra wardrobe which I wanted to put Ben’s suits since the other one was so squeezed, I am one person who can shop for clothes like they meant everything in the world. I emptied all pockets cleaning up those small particles that sometimes remain in the pockets. The last suit jacket had it all, a woman’s earring, I never wear those small ones so definitely it was not mine. I kept it among the waste to be thrown out and went ahead to the drawers to arranging his books well.

This guy is a real busy man, so I thought as I heaped up the diaries and note books. Something just made me open one of the diaries. ……holding breath…. Two women featured in this diary, for every trip he made to coast, Maggie’s expenses were included and for every trip abroad, Jane’s expenses were included. I was now putting two and two together, the ring, the trips, something was amiss. I had no proof so I acted cool.

My investigations started a week later, I called his secretary and asked her to meet me for lunch. I explained to her what I had seen and asked her to kindly help me find the truth. Being a married woman and having experienced infidelity in her home she actually told me what she knew.

“Yes Maam, Maggie and Jane are your husband’s mistresses, they come to his office like they are his personal assistants, any time they like, I make orders for anything they want and book for all those trips you told me about. I am sorry Maam but I was praying for a chance like this to tell you since its annoying and I know it’s not right” Joyce narrated the whole story.

I knew the truth now but nothing much I could do, I depended on Ben for my every need. I knelt down and prayed to God for guidance. God never fails those who call upon Him. A month later, I enrolled for a management course which took a year to get a diploma. It was not an easy year but I knew I had to be strong. During this year, Ben had even started to sleep with my house help. I always played a blind eye and he thought I was either silly or never realized his habits.

I graduated with a diploma and the school helped me get a supervisor position with an NGO. The salary was good. I never told Ben the truth, I told him I was working as a secretary with hopes for a promotion.  By now Ben had become a wife beater, everything I did was wrong, my cooking was wrong, the way I handled the kids was wrong, he complained I never listened to him and threatened to get a second wife. I knew this was just an excuse.

It did not shock me when one day I arrived home only to find him in bed with a woman. He scolded me and asked me to pick my kids and rags of clothes out of his house. It was such a bad moment, the kids were screaming, the neighbors were out in their balconies watching the free movie.

I called my brother who owns a pick up, we packed our bags and spent the night in my brother’s house.  Early the next morning, I e-mailed my boss and lied that my son was running a fever and needed the day off, he told me to stay up the two remaining days of the week and report back on Monday when the boy gets better. I was able to get an apartment that day and moved our bags. Luckily, I had saved enough money to buy the house basic commodities and that’s how my life as a single mother started.

I am always grateful to God, today am a happy woman, I got a promotion at work from a supervisor to a HR manager, I drive my car, pay my bills and my kids are doing good.

Now here is the story I wanted to share. It’s been ten years since Ben threw us out of his house. He married that lady I found in the house. The marriage lasted for three years, he married another and they broke up after five years. These both women refused to give him children. Now he wants me to take him back. It hurts knowing that for the ten years, he never cared about the children, whether they schooled or eat. He has been calling me, he has been begging, he says he is ready to do anything I wish him to as long as I let him be part of the family again. My heart is past him and very far away to better things.

The hard part is, he has now started visiting the kids in their schools and pretending to love them, he is using the kids to pressurize me to have him back, the kids are so innocent and understand nothing, tell me Essy, what will I do”

My friend, Janet was hurting, tears were over her face as she narrated her story, she was squeezing my hands, she needed an answer, yes, Ben did hurt her, is it really so easy to put away the pain and assume he has changed? What if he starts the cheating and beating after a few years? I really needed an answer for Janet but had to be careful.

“Its okay dear, you just told me your story and it needs deep thinking and calculations, I suggest we take our time, pray over it and God will give us an answer. Don’t rush to making a decision, think about it slowly and I will support your decision. I too will think and pray over it, then we will discuss further, please dear, take it easy for now” I comforted Janet.

Its been one week since, I am not sure what you would advise Janet if she was your friend or sister. I really need your help, I will kindly put your suggestions in to deep consideration. Respond back with a comment urgently before the waters break the banks and we will all be to blame.

Waiting…….

 

FORGIVE ME MY WIFE

FORGIVE ME MY WIFE
I was enjoying the sun relaxing in the coastal sands after months of busy days and nights when my phone rang. I always switch off my phone when taking a few days off work as my clients never let me rest but seemed I missed the routine for once.
“Honey what is it again?” I queried thinking it’s my hubby who I had just called a few minutes ago to check on how the kids are doing.
“No Madam, my name is Angelina, Angelina Lukwanda, My husband Mr. Lukwanda wants to see you urgently” Shame on me, I had picked the phone without checking the number first.
“Mrs. Lukwanda, I can only make it two days from now, I am out of town” I tried to get calm
“No madam, he needs to urgently see you today, try and make it please” and the phone went dead after I received the residence direction.
Almost a year ago, I wrote a biography for Mr. Lukwanda, it had been months sitting under a shade in his posh city residence as he narrated his experiences. It was one of those jobs you wish you never started as they hurt in some parts.
As I sat near the window on the airplane, I wondered what the urgency was all about. I am not a Lukwanda family member, a biography was not a will that I was to read to the family if only he was counting last few minutes on earth, what does he need from me? Mr. Lukwanda should understand that the book is already published and I won’t give in to add an extra page, It would be too much work……… my mind complained all throughout the flight.
Few hours later, I was sitting by Mr. Lukwanda’s bed side. He looked pale, tears were dropping off his eyes. He feebly struggled out of bed and beckoned me to follow him. His wife supported him to the shade in the garden and fetched us glasses of mango juice. This woman was complete opposite of whom I knew of as Mr. Lukwanda’s wife
“I am hurting so much” he started his story “You remember in the biography we did, there was a lady called Sherry” ‘Yes your wife’ “No she was just a mistress, now I can confess. She was my angel then, she was beautiful, charming and took away my brains, I neglected my family thinking she would take over as a wife. She made me pay her son’s school fees while I never paid for my own biological children. The son is now in Europe doing well after I paid for his master’s there. I don’t know how but I transferred my prime properties in the city to Sherry, my international businesses are under her…………….……” you can guess the full narration. Mr. Lukwanda was uncontrollably crying at this stage, then after a few minutes, he regained some strength. I was getting confused.
“Look at her, my real angel whom I neglected” he gestured for me to look at Angelina who was busy with the goats in another corner of the compound. “I have been unwell for almost nine months, the doctor said I have a liver infection, no much hope, I might rest any moment. I have been bedridden for the last six months. When Sherry heard the doctor’s report, she planned for a holiday, I thought she meant well since I was sick but I was wrong. She lectured me all night on how all she wanted was my money, she told me that I was stupid to neglect my family because of her body. In short, she left with the share of the properties. I called my wife to come and pick me up and for all this time, she has acted like nothing happened for all those twenty years, she and our two sons have made sure I enjoy my every second. They feed me well, make sure I get my medication and see the doctor regularly. It pains me to know how their mother labored in other people’s farms for them to have the education they have, the kind of jobs they have. I feel ashamed when I have to take money from them though they generously give it. I cry deep inside when they come every evening from work and call me daddy, asking me how I am fairing. They give me hope to see better days assuring me the past is buried and we have a future together. I didn’t buy those goats and cows for Angelina, she labored for them, today she has more farms which she have registered in our son’s names, I gave nothing to my sons apart from siring them and my surname. It hurts, It hurts deep” So where do I come in after all. I guess I said that aloud or Mr. Lukwanda was a good mind reader, he stopped the sobs and now directed the instructions to me.
“Sorry Essy for this long story but I need a favour from you. I know you have a well-established website, kindly write a few words of my experience and warn the young men blinded by the city mistresses. Please see that your blog saves first families from been ruined and God will bless you. Please my daughter Essy, I don’t have any money to pay you for this but please do it for the young generation. Please God, bless Essy for me.”
I went home, watched my husband as he played with the kids, wondered whether he has a repeat of Mr. Lukwanda’s episode and silently did a prayer to Almighty God who controls everything, ‘please God, hold my family together, only you can do it, Amen’.
Mr. Lukwanda has warned all you men and city mistresses, I have passed my message as instructed, now waiting for the blessings. Mr. Lukwanda has since gone to is maker, may his soul rest in eternal peace.

SPONSOR THING

WHO’S FOOLING WHO?

Nobody was paying me but a voice just quizzed me to this.

I was on my leave but I opted no holiday, I needed to get this topic clear on my mind.

My younger sister has refused to get married, she is 28 and very independent. I visited her in her new flat last weekend, in the posh area of Westlands. She had just jetted in from Dubai, I don’t know if I heard her right when she mentioned it was not a business trip but a shopping trip. Hey hey! before you point fingers at her, let me let you know she is doing her masters and have a job though I am very sure her salary cannot service her lavish lifestyle. As I sipped my blended mango juice, she excused to answer a phone call in her bedroom. I tiptoed to her bedroom door and listened to the whole conversation. A man was on the other end asking how the trip was, she said it was great, she was asked out for dinner plus a night out and she said “yes sweetie, you deserve every bit of me”. That was enough for my ears so I went back to finish my juice.

I had to know who this man was. I have an app on my phone to trace my caller’s locality, so I kept calling her till I was able to know the hotel where she was. Wow, it was once of those hotels we only drive by and dream of dining. Luckily my visa card was intact and I took a table in a dark corner. I always complain of how I need to change my optician for what I saw was a movie cast which would have easily sent our mother to ICU, my sister could never do this in reality, just sobering myself. A huge man entered, walked to where my sister was. I almost screamed when she rose happily in her short,short,short backless mini-dress and high heels, hugged the man, kissing him not even caring who else watched. “Is this what our mother taught us? Has my sister turned to a whore overnight?” I was investigating so I calmed down. They didn’t stay long on the table, they went upstairs. I could not follow them as the guards were too strict but after parting with a few notes, I learnt the couple frequented the hotel and always had their dinner in the room where they left the following morning. Don’t ask me more questions, you could be knowing better than me or I might answer you that they spent the night praying and praising the most High. At this point I needed to urgently see my doctor.

Walking down the stairs, feeling confused, I lost my focus and steps and almost knocked down a young man of around 23 years. What surprised me is that the boy was calm after I said sorry but an elegant lady by his side had a few words for me. “What do you want with my man? Can’t you go out and look for yours?” What!! What was this 40 something lady saying, I thought she was the hotel’s manager and a worker. No Jesus should not delay any more second, I thought to myself as I ran out of the hotel.

Back in my house, I called a longtime friend and planned to meet the following weekend. I wanted to share with her what was happening before I could explode.

“Hi Sue, how far are you? I have been waiting at the coffee shop” I rang my friend, we had a date and hoped she was on the way.
“So sorry dear, I can’t make it, hubby had an urgent trip abroad and so someone else is warming the bed tonight”
“Come on Sue, who is that? You never told me you had a side hustle” I played along
“Sorry dear, It’s Frank, hubby’s friend, he escorted him to the airport then came right to me. I have to go, let’s have late breakfast tomorrow as I feed you more”
Ok! I drove home, hoping the night will not be long.

“Am sorry gal about last night, you know Frank and I have been flattering on social media and somehow feelings grew. We have been planning for this and I am telling you, I have nothing to regret. I don’t care how many women hubby sleeps with, now I too have my own to run too……………………….……” Sue had too much nonsense you don’t want to hear more. This is not what excites me so I made an excuse and left.

Two days later, I made an appointment with Raphael (Sue’s hubby) in his office. We went to the same campus so we had a lot to catch up. After too much business talk, I wanted to know what the trip was all about.
“Essy, I won’t lie to you. Your friend is a great wife and mother to the kids but I don’t know this thing with us men. You get yourself doing stuff with other women.” I knew it! I knew it! I almost screamed aloud.
“You remember Shante, the lady in our class” yes you were dating her besides Sue, that I know. “Yes, Shante has been there for me all this time” But Shante is married to the white guy? “Yes she is married but she says black men make her feel like a woman. Shante was going to see her sick mother in law in Paris, she had booked a hotel room and did not want the whole weekend to be wasted like that, so she got me a ticket too” Tears were now rolling down my cheeks, Sue is my good friend, Raphael too has been a good friend and easily confided in me since he knew his secrets were safe with me. Frank knew Raphael too was not clean and so took advantage of the situation. What was Frank’s wife story, what was Shante’s hubby story, guess this is an endless round string of all wrongdoing, yes you don’t have to remind me, the world too is round with no end.

A week was left on my leave, I booked a flight to Mumbai, spent the days and nights asking God if something was blocking his view on what was happening on earth, asking whether it was possible for Him to send His Son Jesus Christ the very next minute, asking God to hide me where the evil spirit devouring the world will not find me.

I concluded that people are just so blinded by lust, no more serious focus on spiritual matters but much more, people are just fools fooling each other, only God knows for how long. Be blessed.
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MY HUSBAND SHOULD BE RICH

MY HUSBAND SHOULD BE RICH

MY WIFE SHOULD BE PRETTY

 

Looking outside through her bedroom window, on the upstairs of their huge mansion, tears slowly popped out her pink shaded eyes, she had been crying and her face turned paler, she squeezed her arms round herself as if she was freezing.

“Why’ she silently whispered

“When will my time come” she gazed at the clouds as if an angel was coming down to answer her.

She had been watching a man playing football with his sons in the neighboring compound. A woman was standing there with a tray of biscuits, she seemed to call out to the trio who rushed to where she was and picked biscuits from the tray. The couple exchanged a quick kiss as the four of them went for a shade. It was a great family time, it looked like the man was telling fairy tales to the family who laughed after every five seconds.

“I wish I knew better, I wish I could die!” Martha screamed from her bedroom window. The couple under the shade looked up to see Martha break the bedroom window. She was in a terrible state.

“I will be right there, please hold on” June the woman under the shade called out to Martha as she rushed to her house. The houses were uniformly built, so she easily found her way to the bedroom upstairs.

“What did you give to God to be blessed with such a great family?” Martha asked June who was now moving close to her. June remained silent as she gently moved Martha from the window to the bed.

“My husband never answers my calls, I see him like four times in a month and that is when he is coming to file bills and receipts or when the extended family is visiting. Yes he takes care of all the bills but he is never there for me. He is always on business trip round the world. Our children are in boarding schools abroad. This house is so quiet and big for just me and the maids” She paused, studied June’s face “Tell me your story June”

“No, you are the one stressed out, tell me how it all started, how you met, those better days” June asked for more info.

“I met Fred in a Convention in London. It was love at first sight, not very sure since we were the only Kenyans in the Convention so we had lunch together, I realized he was single and so was I. I was looking for a rich and educated man, he wanted a pretty educated lady and so the puzzle was done. One thing led to the other and here we are, successful careers, big house, cars, everything but empty hearts. How about your story?” Martha also wanted to know June’s story.

“Peter was mechanic back in our village, I was employed as a dressmaker in a tailor’s shop in the same village. We loved each other and despite been poor, promised each other genuine friendship. It has been tough financially but because of been there for one another, things have changed for the better. Now Peter imports and sells cars locally while I own the big school uniform shop in the capital city. I give all glory to God and thank Peter for been such a support to me.” June gave her version and advised more.

“You based your marriage on money and beauty which fades with time. Don’t feel worn out though, there is always a chance to change. Work on been friends and pillars to one another and soon a smile will be back on your face. Things don’t have to be as to what one person feels right but what you both agree. Soon Fred will stop been a master in the house and become your friend, one who will support you and miss you every five minutes he is away from you, and the same to you to when it comes to his case”

June gave hope to Martha though she could not stay long, she had to go back to her house, it was lunch hour and her family had to eat.

 

AM I TALKING TO SOMEBODY??? WHAT IS YOUR FOUNDATION???