I doodle stories. Our stories.
My advice to keeping a young face? Take life with a pinch of salt, and humour.
Don’t hog each morsel.
Leave some on the plate. To draw you back for second third fourth to fifth bite. Relish in the extra fill.
It’s the life Kenyan mothers live. Keeping their ducklings in a row.
As a Kenyan mother, I am familiar with the day to day struggles of fellow Kenyan mothers, doing marvellous under the circumstances.
They’re not well represented in trending mommy blogs and this blog site will be their knuckle space.
Our unsung mothers are deserving of praise, of dignity and of a voice.We must bring to light their contribution to family and society.Their voices amplified, volumes upped and rewarded.
The Kenyan mothers have taken on one peculiar Kenyan habit. “We don’t tell stories about us.”
This blog will devote to stories on the daily struggles of Kenyan Mamas.
They’re so delightful. Calling them ‘Moms’ sounds like worms. So we’ll call them, like we do in our homes. Mamas
Our Mamas play with ease the faithful nanny and proffessional officers on their desktops.They’re our lifestyle consultants, hair stylists, the family preacher, in-house police marksman and investigative reporters. They hire work to themselves as fussy event planners and offer all life’s hacks to rid us trouble.
No matter how much they annoy us, you can’t hate your own mother. If you read these stories and find that you hate your mother, share your story.
Motherhood will never be the same on our 7 different continents, time and zones.
So expect paragraphs with rambling thunder, raving rants, the flash of lightning and cringing brutal honesty.