IT’S NURSING TIME, MOMMY.

It's so obvious that a new born is so delicate, right? That's the time you realise that you are actually holding a human in clay form. The final outcome depends on your moulding skills. Holding a new born kid is a VERY tough work, like the neck is not really attached well to the body,... Continue Reading →

BYE BYE JUNK, HELLO….OH, JEEZ!

I did not know being a mother would deny me access to my favorite junk foods. I could not eat what ever I wanted. I could not drink my favorite cold drink. Every food I ate, had to be eaten warm. I still craved for so many "unhealthy" stuff, well, that's how they were being termed,... Continue Reading →

CHRONICLES OF A YOUNG MUM.

Welcome Home Kiddo! I should not scare you anymore, right? Okay, agreed. I finally got my son. I didn't care where he was, what he's been doing on his little vacation away from me, but just that he was safe, and alive. I saw the little replica of me, in a male form, wrapped in a... Continue Reading →

CHRONICLES OF A YOUNG MUM.

More Drama? You bet! "What's not happening? Mtoto wangu yuko wapi?" Any sane person would go raving mad in such a situation. I've watched a lot of these afro-sinema movies, but no, I didn't have that in me. I looked okay on the outside, but I was shouting for my son on the inside. You... Continue Reading →

CHRONICLES OF A YOUNG MUM Part 10.

"Mtoto wako hajalia ata, si ilisemekana alikuwa amechoka?" So it happened that my son didn't cry, at all. I think that's what I heard from the doctor. I was very exhausted, felt dizzy, and hungry, that I couldn't even communicate well. The problem came in when we needed something to cover the baby with. The... Continue Reading →

CHRONICLES OF A YOUNG MUM Part 9.

I was watching this movie sometime ago, and I remember seeing a lady on delivery. Her face was raining with sweat, she turned red, she was making funny facial expressions, she loudly uttered random words, while pulling her husband by his shirt collar. It was awful to watch. The pain was extreme. I obviously did... Continue Reading →

CHRONICLES OF A YOUNG MUM Part 8.

"God, I know You can hear me. Do I need to remind You that I need strength? Of course not. Please God, do something. Please." I was almost breaking the bed into pieces with the strength I had that time. My palms even turned red. The pain was unbearable, and other than that, I was... Continue Reading →

CHRONICLES OF A YOUNG MUM Part 7.

*Baby's cry.* "You have my shiny eyes, my amazing nose, my cute chubby cheeks, my lips but yours are smaller. Oh my! You're so cute! You're just like me! Thank you God! I am so proud right now. Nobody is going to mess with you mini me!" *A loud thud.* "Mamaa, akili iko mbali ivo?"... Continue Reading →

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