They are rarely appreciated, acknowledged or celebrated. No one pays mind to their struggles and they do go through many in silence, they suck it up and do their duty as they are expected to. Many at times they are seen as having a problem because of the situation they are in, yet if they did the opposite, (in this case re marrying soon after in order to have someone help raise their kids) much would still be said.
I am talking of single fathers. Men who because of one reason or the other (widowhood, nasty divorces, or the rare case when a woman ups and leaves her child/children and never looks back) find themselves raising their children by themselves. Those that chose to raise their offspring rather than dump them on their aged parents. Then a man finds himself having to learn all manner of things that he had never paid any or much mind to. From cooking, cleaning them and cleaning up after them, learning their favorite colors, their favourite foods, their weaknesses, their friends. This should be/was mummy’s forte, but she is not here anymore. It is hardest for single dads raising girls, having to worry about who will do her hair, who will teach her how to handle menses when they come, shopping for her clothes, teaching her basic skills like cleaning, washing, cooking. A guy doesn’t even know where needles are bought, how will he even teach his daughter how to sew a button?
I was raised by a single father and not a day passes by without thinking about him. This is because most of what I know and what has helped me through this life I learnt from him. It is unfortunate that he passed on so early in my life, but thanks to his gut feeling of that he would not be around much longer, he taught me as much as he could in his last two years on this earth. There are times he would start “lecturers” and go on and on for about an hour nonstop. Talking about anything and everything. And the evenings after supper he would give me tales of his life, his experiences, kirira kia ugikuyu (can’t remember that much about this intricate details though), about life in general. He taught me how to clean, cook at a very young age, I remember a week we only had chapos, only the stew changed. Why? Because I was going to do it wrong until I got it right and he wasn’t going to have it any other way. Zikauke hapo katikati, tutakula. Zikue nono huko kwa edges na hazijaiva kwa edges, tutakula. Nikande unga ikue ngumu kusukuma, nita deal nayo hadi ifike kwa pan……fond memories I tell you.
I will never forget the treks we used to take to this salon near Uhuru market on Jogoo Road, if I am not mistaken it was called Sunchic. It was one of the few salons that had blow dryers then (the other option was kuchomwa na ile kichana ya moto) and he never minded the trek or the waiting until my hair was done.
I cannot imagine how much harder it is for a man left with three, four kids to take care of alone. Some men can barely boil water without burning it And then finds himself in a situation as such. Ha! Chaos I tell you.
To all the men that are/ found themselves in such a situation and took it their stride to shape up and raise their child/children the best way they know how, I salute you.
To all the men who provide for, protect, mentor, guide, mold and have their children’s best interests at heart, salute. To the men who are respected by their children out of love and not fear, salute.
Goodnight. Nalala saa ya kuku leo.