Yesterday when I got home I was tired! The only place I wanted to be was home … with Keshi and Ciiru. They make me feel peaceful and safe. My wife makes me feel like a teenager because of how much I love her. And Ciiru …. Ciiru brings out all the childishness in me. She makes me feel like a baby again! I love watching her trying to put her hands together, rolling over, drooling, blubbering … the works! But yesterday they shocked me! When my wife opened the door for me I remained speechless for a while … there she was … my little angel in ‘matutas’ (English for that?! … corns I suppose) … For the 1st time in her 7 months of life she had her hair made! She looked like a new person to me. Like I was experiencing her for the very 1st time. She looked more like a girl than a baby now. My little angel is growing up fast and furious!! and it got me thinking.
I remembered Susan Engel saying “When they’re little they sit on your lap; when they’re big they sit on your heart” … Apparently having little kids is a breeze. As long as you hug them a lot and make good food, things seemed to be, for the most part, O.K. You can fix many problems, and distract them from others. Your home can be a haven from all that might be painful and difficult in the world beyond.
All of that changes when they are grown. They fall in love, break their hearts, apply for jobs, leave or lose the jobs, choose new homes, can’t pay the rent for those new homes and question their choice of profession. They forge their way, all just outside of your helping reach. Then, when bad things happen, they need you like crazy, but you discover that the kind of help you’ve spent years learning how to give is no longer helpful.
This poem by Brad Anderson came to my mind:
Can I Carry You?
I guess I can hold you one more time before you grow
And tell you that I love you so that you will always know
Please let me feed you again,One day you’ll feed yourself
And when you think back to this time, I hope it’s love I’ve shown
Can I help you put your coat on? Can I please mush your food?
Can I swing you around in my arms? Can I pick you out a treat?
One day you might just care for me,so let me care for you
I want to be a part of every little thing you do
Tonight could I please wash your hair? Can I put toys in the bath?
Can I help you count your small ten toes before I teach you math?
And one more time can I stand near to make sure you don’t fall?
Let’s take another space-ship ride Up to a distant planet
Before our Cardboard Rocket doesn’t fit us anymore
Please let me help you up the hill while you’re still too small to climb
And let me read you stories while you’re young and have the time
I know the day will come when you will do these things alone
Will you recall the shoulder rides and all the balls we’ve thrown?
I want you to grow stronger than your Dad could ever be
And when you find success there will be no soul more proud than me
So will you let me carry you? One day you’ll walk alone
I cannot bear to miss one day from now until you’ve grown!
Today is my birthday. And as we often do, I reflect on how far God has brought me from a tiny little helpless baby to the man I am today. I came into the world hungry and naked but now I live my life surrounded by two beautiful women; my wife and my daughter. A lot could have happened in between but I’m here to-day because God kept me, I’m A live today only because of His grace!
So a little drive down memory lane (in picture speak)
@1 Year 1 month
Ramogi Studio or Studio … Everyone has one of these if you grew up in Nairobi
It is only when you become a parent that you realise what your parents did for you. And for that I am forever grateful to mum and dad for how much of themselves they invested in me and the sacrifices they made for this baby here!
The beginnings of Formal Education: Treestar Nursery School
I clearly remember my sister coming to pick me up after school so that she could swing on our swings. Meanwhile I would be looking like this (below) with my friends Godfrey Lusanza, Paul Waweru, Thomas Mukoya, and Fredrick Ngángá
NCC Riruta Satellite Primary School
Prize giving day was always a proud day for me and my mum who came for every school function there was. This was your typical City Council School where the only luxury we ever had was Maziwa ya Nyayo (free milk). But here God blessed me with some of the best teachers and because of it I became the first student to score over 600 marks (out of the possible 700) in satellite primary … but do I say!! And to proceed on to the great Mang’u High School which I had neither seen nor heard of (only that it taught Aviation)!
Giving my life to God
The best decision I ever made was choosing to follow Christ.
Here I was baptised by Pr. Ndeto at the age of 14. Never looked back … the cross ever before me … the world behind me
Mangu High School
Before joining MHS my world was informed by surroundings in Riruta Satellite. In Mangu my world opened up to the rest of Kenya. I realised that there were rich people, poor people, smarter people, people who speak english everyday (what the heck?!!) – And this was probably when I began leaving home …
In this pic here are Architects, pilots, engineers, Scientists and many other great professionals that I am proud to share the Mangu heritage with!
Here with my fellow architects including the late Fzee! When we did not even know what architecture was. Fawaz, Mumo and Joe in 1st year! Ushamba kwa wingi. Architecture has since become our bread and butter ..
The rest of my life
And we lived happily ever after!!
My most brilliant achievement was my ability to be able to persuade my wife to marry me. She is my confidante, my helpmate, my friend. My lover. She is everything the word wife means to me. In my heart, we are wed. In my soul, she is mine.
And Ciiru … Thank you for opening up that childishness in me again!!
So today am older … and happier!!
And thanks to my dear wife once again in my life birthdays don’t come and go un-noticed! Mwaaah … love you sweetheart!!
Looong before I met my wife I used to collect hand made toy cars… in particular VW beetles made from wood, plastic, metals etc. Now I look back and think maybe it was a premonition of sorts because the 1st beetle I drove belonged to my then girlfriend (now wife 🙂 ) … and therefore I now believe my toys were leading me somewhere 🙂
Bought somewhere in Mpumalanga,
made from Mabati (Part of me is still in denial that I bought this wherease we made these with ease growing up … complete with rubber tyres (read patipati cut-out)
Lots of hangers and ‘slippers’ disappeared to make such
Growing up in ‘Seti’
This would take abit of skill to make
This was left to the likes of Kanoi and his brothers to make … complete with lights and all
Play Station, X0Box, Wii etc were not even a dream then
The only video game I knew growing up was ‘Donkey Kong’ and ‘Western Bar’ and Pacman