Once all she did was turn up, turn up and more turn up in skimpy outfits to attract men. Time slowly changed. She gradually knew her worth and learnt to value herself as such. She decided to let go of all her mistakes, fake relationships and embraced a new her. She had been betrayed before and now understands the value of true friendship all too well. Long gone were the days when she would cross rivers and lakes just to make people happy, now all that matters is what makes her happy. Her happiness is no longer hinged on others. Her small circle of friends meet up once in a while to enjoy some wine and quality time away from this little “girls” and their drama.
She decided to stop following men and focused on things dear to her. She loved a good book, a book that grew and improved her. Working for her money and getting credit for work done was an uphill task in a prejudiced world, but she did so to maintain her dignity. She earned it so no one said they gave her shit. She turned to God and built a relationship with him, she dedicates all her endeavors to him; literally.
She understood that her house needs to be a home and her entire lifestyle had to change. She learnt some housekeeping skills and her house is ever spick and span. She got into the kitchen and learnt to whip up tasty meals. She knew the way to a man’s heart is through the stomach. Besides, there is nothing satisfying like a well cooked meal. It simply means the cook had you in their thoughts.
Time came when she got married and had kids. They become her number one priority; she struggled to make sure they got the best out of life. She knows that once in this life time she will reap where she sowed and if she doesn’t manage to get that far then at least she will rest in peace knowing that she made them self-sufficient. She appreciates the Sunday family lunches and holds them dear to her heart, she knows they are all so important and every moment she gets to spend with her family is worth every dime. She cannot bare the fact of losing either her children or her marriage.
Even though her life is a circus, Saturday is the day she visits the salon, she makes her hair, face and nails. She knows that first impressions are so important and she has to look the part at all times. She does it not to please anyone but herself. There is no excuse for not looking nice.
She had to juggle between her job, the kids, the house and her husband who was basically another child. Every evening she helped them with their homework; she knew they would become great people even though they were “illiterate”. They turned her into a zookeeper and she lost it at times. She reminded herself that it was not that serious and had to keep her cool and maintain her smile even though it was evident that she is was not doing fine. After all motherhood is a full time job with no procedure.
She cried when her children grew old and got out of home. She had been playing and praying with them for long time and had since looped them into her life. It was hard for her to let go. She still hopes for the best for them nonetheless.
Her final league was when she held her grandchildren and told those stories about the hare and the hyena. She had lived and God had been gracious enough to give her the grace to live for many years past seventy. Her hair was greyed and she had so much knowledge and information to pass down to the rest of her generation. This woman had seen the world. There is nothing she had not done; she knew the good, the bad and the extent they could get.
She had lived.
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