I always thank God for giving me great parents.
They are priceless. May their beautiful souls rest in peace.
I wouldn’t be where I am today if it weren’t
for them.
#Ourfamilychronicles: We were and still are
inseparable. I have some of the beautiful memories courtesy of my beautiful
siblings and blessed parents. Being the lastborn in a family of six (always
thought we were many but as I grew up I realized we were actually very few), I
received lotsa love from all around. The age difference between me and the one
am following is mega (decade) but oh well, am still their baby. Hehe. When I
joined school, my other siblings were either finishing college or starting
employment. My parents invested in our education, so I was lucky to go to one
of the nice schools in my locality then and I bless them for that. We are a
very close knit family courtesy of the values instilled in us.
When I joined school, I was as chicky as any
little one. I would fake sickness so that I wouldn’t go to school… yes I did.
One of the major fakes was pretending to have seen a huge gigantic dog waiting
for me at the school gate and thus I was scared to get into school...
pwahahaha, really!! I would intentionally forget my lunch pack and so my sister
would be tasked with delivering it to school. I love them to bits.
We grew up together and being showered with
immeasurable love by our parents, we learnt how to love and respect people
around us. We received our better share of disciplining, or lemmi say my
siblings did. Fortunately I found my parents tired of administering belts and
slippers. Lucky bit**. I always share light moments with my siblings telling
them how dad decided to punish me by requiring that I fill one tea seedling
with soil at the nursery bed because I feigned a headache. My dear mama on the
other hand would give us a side eye every time we went to weddings we weren’t
invited to or burials in the village. As soon as you saw that stare, which I
know most people still give their kids, you most definitely knew that you would
receive a thrashing.
Now that we are old and independent, we ride on
all the principles taught to us when we were young. We fight and disagree like
every other family but we don’t go long before making up over a serious nyama
choma escapade.
#Familytradition… every time we went home especially
on holidays as we would be all of us, there are things we did that overtime became
a tradition. In the morning while taking breakfast, and by the way we all are tea
lovers, we somehow found ourselves seated outside on the grass with several
flasks of tea. We would chart away until someone remembered that we have staff
in the shamba who would need tea and food. As usual we would assign duties
depending with each person’s strength. Tsst! I always got sent a lot being the
kifunga mimba. Sometimes it’s annoying. But now am glad my dear siblings have birthed
reliable babies who have overtime taken my place in terms of being sent
*winks*.
Now that our parents went to be with the lord,
may they RIP, we now hang out near their resting place. We just find ourselves
seated there talking and laughing away. Maybe it’s the feeling of
inclusiveness. I bow down to my family. We are blessed and it’s always my
prayer that we continue being obsessed with each other.
#chroniclesadvice: Family is key, family is
paramount. Always thrive to ensure you have a close working relationship
despite the issues that sometime come to split and cause havoc. You might think
you don’t need each other but shock on you, you do!!!
Jetting off for the weekend with love...
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