BY ESS (WACEKE 21STARS)
My bar mates asked me why I changed my perfume.
That triggered the painful Mama Zakayo memories
Alikuwa ananilima war daily
Our household ilikuwa inakaa soko
“ nipige kama wewe ni mwanaume”
“Ubwa za kamakis wewe”
“ sura kama watermelon”
Ilikuwa tunapewa verbal complaints from landlord every week
Nilijaribu kwenda kwa pastor for prayers but wapi alikuwa anasupport wa’mine in her shenanigans
I was going through alot
I could not concentrate on anything
I could not tell my friends about it
Alcohol became my best friend
Koinange streets became my second home
My resemblance became that of a 57 year old
Hata that hiyo haikushutua Mafia
She cared about pedicure , gym membership na pesa za chama
Schools fees ya zakayo was not a priority
House ilikuwa chaos tupu
Nothing was about me in a household nalipia rent
I took off, went back to my parents house
With my body full of scars
my heart in pieces
My head in a bad space
We Thank God for Wamaitha
My lovely Gaidi whose love was like a warm balm to the wounds of my ugly past
The eloquent intelligent soft spoken 30 year old
“ yaani mschana ameumbika”
“Ngozi laini kama ya mtoto nchanga”
“ Mschana mrembo mashallah”
She forcefully made me go to therapy ndio I don’t fumble.
Zakayo loves her.
Wherever beautiful things that they say about Kiambu ladies is true.
I can proudly testify in Hague.