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Fingers crossed

My mum’s favorite dress is designed and tailored by her. She enjoys designing and tailoring dresses just as much as Nancy Bauer enjoys brandishing a pistol. She believes no other person out there can design a dress better than she does. I believe if she had been resolute she might have turned out to be an accomplished fashion designer. Don’t panic, this post is not about my mom’s dressmaking talent.

So the other day momma decides tailoring dresses is not fun enough and decides she wants a laptop. I was ok with that as long as I was not the benefactor. So she gives me the money and I get her a laptop. I teach her how to switch it on and off, how to open a window and what not. She learns fast. Soon her typing improves to three words a minute. It does not take long before she realizes that a laptop is even more fun if there’s internet connection!

I visited my folks early last week and as my dad and I were discussing the weather, my mum interrupts and says she would like to start browsing the internet! I was not in the least bit amused. Why you ask?

99% percent of internet users have a facebook account (ok I might have made up that up but I’m sure I’m close), and I have heard horrifying tales of people who have logged into facebook only to be greeted by friend requests from their mums! I mean at fifty something years old you don’t just decide, over a cup of tea, that you want to start browsing.

It even gets worse for me: You see the only thing that’s worse than seeing a friend request from your mum is seeing a comment on your blog from your mum! Trust me, it would not read “LMFAO”.

You see, my parents are staunch believers. They have been since the Last Supper. And me? Well I’m just a believer. I know a few memory verses here and there and I say a prayer quite often but that’s basically it. You wouldn’t catch me speaking in tongues in a kesha, even on new year’s eve; or among brethren discussing scripture on a loose Friday evening. Ok don’t get me wrong, I’m not that evil but my holiest moment would not match my folks’ weakest moment.

When I’m with my folks I do not talk about the ‘plot’ that went down over the holidays, unless it regards the Syokimau land saga. You are more likely to catch me humming to Rose Muhando’s ‘Nibebe’ rather than Madtraxx’s ‘Ita waiter’ when having dinner with my folks. I never miss church because of a hangover when I visit my parents. I even wonder how these two people fell in love. In fact I will digress and tell you how I think it all came to be.

It was in the late 70s and the Sunday service was in progress (you do not suppose they met on the dance floor of a night club, do you?). My dad had just completed college and times were tough. He was praying for a job. Then as soon as he opened his eyes, Lo and Behold! God had literally dropped him an angel. Not the kind that would get him a job but… you know. On the pew in front of him stood the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid his eyes on. He bit his lip, looked up to the heavens with a huge grin on his face and signaled a thumbs-up. He was distracted for the rest of the service and as the other believers were saying The Grace, he repented.

After service was over, as people were walking out, my dad rubbed his palms against each other thinking it’s now or never. You know how a dude walks up to a girl with a corny pick-up line? My dad walked up to my mum and testified. He walked up to her and was like “Praise the Almighty. You will not believe how great He has been in my life…” After charming her with a touching testimony, he offered to buy her lunch. There’s no way my mum would have turned him down, I’m sure daddy had some swag going. I’ve seen his photos. That Sunday, he was probably in some trendy bell-bottom pants and an afro that simply spelled ‘awesome’.

I can imagine during lunch my dad wanted to tell her how pretty she was, but all my mum wanted to discuss was scripture. My dad did not falter. Naaah. He kept his cool and brought up Songs of Solomon.  My cheekiness must have come from somewhere, so I suppose daddy must have tried to throw in a naughty joke. But my mum remained stern. She gave him a look that said “Say such a thing again and I’ll smack that afro off your head.” Mummy does not seem like the kind that blushed on hearing cheap lines.

And as they were parting that Sunday, I imagine my dad went for a hug but my mum stopped him on his tracks. With a raised finger (index finger people), she told him it is only the man that marries her that will get to do such things to her. And my dad must have shouted “challenge accepted!” You think Barney Stinson came up with that line? Ask my dad.

My mum is a Kao from Kitui while my dad is a Kyuk from Nyeri. So I figure they met once in a blue moon. But they would keep in touch by writing each other letters. I’m sure when my dad wasn’t testifying he would jot down some serious lines that dazzled my mom. He probably didn’t have perfume to spray in the envelope so he dropped in some Nyeri tea leaves for that fresh aroma.

My dad’s game was tight. After a few testimonies my mom was head over heels into him. The rest, as they say, is history. Yap, who’s ya daddy!

Anyway what I’m trying to say is that my extremely born again mum would fall into clinical depression if she stumbled upon this blog. She would be devastated if she got to know what goes on in the mind of her last born. I doubt she would see the humor that some of you see. She would think I am sick in the head. I’m sure according to her if I have to write, I should be expounding on the Ten Commandments. If she came across this blog she would go up Ngong Hills and fast for forty days and nights. And if I do not change, if I do not start writing about ‘The sermon on the mountain’, she will gather three or four strong disciples and they would come for me and take me to a psychiatrist as I kick and scream.

I love my mom to death. But people, if one Monday morning you open this site and see ‘page cannot be displayed’, just know that she caught up with me. Just know that I’m locked up in some institution with a shrink. I would appreciate if one of you would then stand up for me and say “huyo hakuwa chizi,”(bonoko style). In the meantime, I will try to convince her that research has proven that internet makes people age. I hope that scares her. Or does any of you have a better idea?

Toes crossed too.

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  1. skoffwatts
    January 9, 2012 at 8:11 am

    Kuwa mpole… ni mamako!

  2. Tech Man
    January 9, 2012 at 8:43 am

    Joey Joey,
    “huyo hakuwa chizi alikuwa anaandika blog yake kwa wordpress”hehehe very funny.Research has proven really this folks are not that dumb i had my mum humming to landlord by Mejja.Good writting.

    • January 11, 2012 at 6:44 pm

      Thanks man.
      If I catch my mum singing a secular song i’ll start going for keshas and fellowships

  3. Anonymous
    January 9, 2012 at 9:05 am

    love it!!!!!!

  4. Anonymous
    January 9, 2012 at 9:36 am

    Lovely piece….

  5. thatguy
    January 9, 2012 at 4:21 pm

    funny man……

    • January 11, 2012 at 6:52 pm

      It won’t be funny when she gets internet connection

  6. January 9, 2012 at 9:29 pm

    You are cheeky! Happy New Year!

    • January 11, 2012 at 6:54 pm

      Just alittle. Happy New Year to you too

  7. Anonymous
    January 10, 2012 at 5:08 pm

    Hehehe I think it’s time i invited her here for tea then i go like…”oh did you know we have internet?”….Well u’ve already explained what would happen after that:-)

    • January 11, 2012 at 6:58 pm

      Surely what have I done to deserve such malice? I promise I won’t do it again

  8. No.1 fan
    January 14, 2012 at 10:16 am

    you were right!!!!=====and am in a good mood 🙂 still trying to picture your old man hitting on ur mum…considering i know that couple….just hilarious!!!! my mum refuses to divulge those details f how they met…one sweet day……

    • January 14, 2012 at 7:42 pm

      Fan no.1, next time I go home I’ll sit between them on the couch and demand some answers.

  9. Anonymous
    January 14, 2012 at 12:48 pm

    sad that im always behind reading your blogs……..nimecheka n you have made my day 🙂

    • January 14, 2012 at 7:43 pm

      Don’t worry, there are no deadlines here.

  10. rita
    January 14, 2012 at 6:16 pm

    lovely as always!!!

  11. Linda
    February 1, 2012 at 4:32 pm

    Now what did such a cute couple and lovely parents do to have their last born son turn out like this? 🙂
    Maybe you are a kesha away from being normal…do go for the next kesha you are invited to… 🙂 Its never too late.

    • February 1, 2012 at 4:54 pm

      Haha some machines simply come from the manufacturer broken. Lol. But seriously speaking I’m not that wrecked.

      • Linda
        February 2, 2012 at 4:35 pm

        Just cause you never lost it, doesn’t mean you had it in the first place huh? lol.
        I do believe you are totally redeemable! (I am writing this just in case your mum ‘discovers’ this blog and needs some hope to cling to…no its not for you 🙂 )

  12. Liberty
    August 21, 2012 at 3:32 pm

    Could our mums be related???My mum is as churchish as they come & does not tolerate anything unchristian so i feel you! Lovely post:)

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