Copied, it got me thinking is this embracing mediocrity or is it just being content? Ama kilanyani na starehe zake?
You see those young couples who live in simple houses ,at a plot somewhere in Kangemi… or Ruiru… Or Kahawa West or just some simple and peaceful residential area? The ones who have a young son that the dad is so proud of and the young wife takes care of everyday? The ones that go to church together each Sunday to be terrorized by their young son throughout the service but they take in the terror with love? The ones you’ll see at Uhuru Park on Sundays with their young face -painted son running about as they talk and laugh on the grass? The same ones you see in town getting a matatu back home as dad carries the sleeping young son with his smiling and contented wife in tow carrying the bag with their soda bottles and their young son’s sweater and warm hat? The ones that will go home happy after a long Sunday at the amusement park and the wife will fix the family dinner as the dad polishes his shoes in readiness for Monday? The ones that will have the wife scampering every evening to fix dinner before Baba Junior comes home and bathe Junior and still catch her favourite local TV show (not Nairobi Diaries)? The ones who’ll be so happy when Baba Junior finally comes home at 7.16 pm, tired and with wafers for junior, half a kilo of beef and maybe a muffin for Mama Junior? The one who’ll laugh the evening away as they watch Junior sleep on the couch before carrying him to bed?
The ones who’ll also fight because Baba Junior has refused for Mama Junior to join the local chama and she’ll pout for days until he brings her a nice, simple dress to pacify her, all the while talking to her through Junior (who is thirteen months) and she’ll hide her smile behind the sufuria as she cleans it?
Those are the real MVPs. Those are my heroes. Simplicity, peace and contentment. That is all.
That is beauty.
That is life.