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Mom was so angry at me. I was born in a musical family. My mom and dad met in the choir where my dad was the choir master. My parents always sang and as I grew up, I kind of picked on some ideas here and there from them about music. Dad passed on from a sudden illness a few years ago like right after my class KCPE and I was a week from finishing my seclusion time. The whole month of December I was in a sombre mood. That whole experience of him passing on and dealing with it is a story for another day. The next year after he was laid to rest, (I had like the whole January and part of February to myself, those were the days we went to school in the beginning, mid or end of February) in my curiocity I started going though dad’s library, found some books about automotive engineering, driving school teachers guide, bibles, accounting books and many more but among all those books one caught my eye. The book has a hand writing that I though was terrible I even wondered how anyone could read that. The book was written things that looked like songs for a choir, some unfamiliar songs, Bible scriptures, sermon notes and prayer points. I noticed that the book small envelopes, those white ones with edges with rhombus shape divided hedge line and painted blue, red and white and had postal stickers and postal stamp dated 1996,1995 and 1997. The I started reading one letter whose counted was so sentimental, lovey-doveyish and I couldn’t stop reading. Looks like I found love letters that mom wrote to my dad, others that dad wrote to mom.

I went to the kitchen where I found mom doing dishes and cooking and I let her know what I found in the book. All over sudden she’s shouting at me to giver the book and everything I found else she threatened to “kill me”. Hearing this in an African home you know you can’t just stand there to be “killed” so I ran to my room and locked my door. And started reading the letter dad wrote to mom before the got married. I started out well all through as mom was screaming her lungs out to open the door and threatening that she was going to break it on me when she opens it.

I kept reading through and as I got deeper into the letter I could hear her sob. And what I was reading was also something I also felt were even too deep for me at the time. I don’t really remember the content but the feeling is still in me when I thing about it. It was a mixture of joy, freedom, peace, fear, impatience, trust and like he was giving up on the wedding and how he wanted them to just stay together because they had already done the traditional marriage and that they could visit the attorney General and get things done simple and easy. Turns out the first letter I was reading was my mom’s reply to dad encouraging and reminding him how far they had come and how far they are meant to go. I opened the door after which felt like an eternity for mom to be calm which she did but she was still crying. I found her seated on the couch looking helpless and worn out from crying. I felt so guilty for making her mad and making her to cry. She, after she stopped crying started to explain to me what I was reading not that I couldn’t understand the writing bad as it was but the magnitude of the situation then. She explained that she was to teach me things about life when I get to start dating that is after campus but the situation had her teach me early. She said they used to write each other letters even if they were in the same town and they could meet at anytime. She said it was to say what they couldn’t in public places where they used to go on dates. She explained that they faced alot of opposition and money struggles to fund the wedding. Ever since, I learnt a lot but I going to mention a few things.

I learnt that true love is real and what it really is. I learnt how love, patience, constantly praying for each other and with each other, trusting in God and each other and determination helped them get through all their challenges. I learnt that marriage is great when two choose to listen to each other, face their challenges together instead of blaming one another, how forgiveness works two way and hapiness in marriage is possible. Weeks on wards, was on how to treat ladies like my dad used to treat her it became like we were having therapy sessions for the two of us. I could write a whole book on these things but I’ll leave it at that for next time.