Fear is a Retarded Chicken

The Bond Between…

Growing up through teenage hood, I came to realize that there is no greater gift a girl can get from the universe than a mum, well there is the option of shopping with an unlimited credit card, but it is not just a mother, a mum. A mother is the person that gives birth to you. A mum is the person that sits up late with ice-cream and  cries with you when you are watching Devious Maids or some other soap/series. It does not matter if she is the kind that pats you sorry when you fall or the kind that back slaps your head for not watching where you are going, we all had a different one.

Mums have natural PhDs in every career available. Try getting sick at two in the morning and you will be attended to by a doctor you did not know was on call. Either they will cook up a mixture of herbs and then make you drink it or give you some tablets to go along. Other times, they are the fashion cop. Mostly it is the short dresses they see, but we have those moments when they tell you the top and the skirt do not go along. They are educators in many ways. They will teach you how to sit like a lady, how much cleavage to expose, mostly never, and if you get a really good one, they will give you an explicit sex talk. The mother will tell you that men are bad, and you should stay away from them until Mr. Right comes along in shining armor. A mum will at least explain the why they are bad and why waiting is good. They go a little further to explain contraception. The really open one will unleash a Gertrude Mungai on you. I think most mums live for the day they get to give relationship advice to their daughters. I have no idea what it means to them, but it gives them happiness unlike anything else. 

Most mums are the most prayerful people I have ever come across. They pray for us every single day. They say special prayers and novenas to God and anyone in charge of what you wish for. Heck she’d pray to saint Bugatti if you feel like waking up in one. They pray that you succeed in life, that you find a good job and above everything, they pray you find a good husband, even if happen to be Kiuk and the current reputation is nothing short of stained beyond anything Ariel can repair.

They have a nose for trouble and they will tell you that the current courtship you are having is not exactly with a guy but with disaster. “There is something about him kairetu, huyo si mzuri”. They will tell you that a guy with swag and Instagram problems is not husband material. And when you go ahead and date him, then you break up and the monkey leaks your nudes, you will start realizing you never really had friends, so you will pick up the phone and dial, someone will pick up and you’ll say “mum, its me” and she will smell your mountain of stress right away. As if by some supernatural forces, they seem to know when you are either in trouble or about to make a really stupid decision.

   She may be totally old school, the kind that actually says cannot instead of can’t , she may not even be on social media but still uses that mulika mwizi and still asks someone to help her read a text or transact an Mpesa for her but you may never know her importance until you cant find anyone like her. In your teenage and more years, she may seem as a nagging person who just wants to interfere with your life but maybe that is just her way of putting a protective wing around her baby. Whether you are ten or fifty years old but you will always be her baby. So even if you are mad or feel that she is overprotective or too into your life, just know she does not want anything bad to happen to you. The best way to understanding each other is to listen to each other’s point of view and trying to explain your own. There is beauty when young girls connect with their mums.