By Amunga Peter
1978, the year Jomo KENYATTA died my dad, who was working for KIE, got transferred to Nyeri from NAIROBI.
Due to financial constraints, he decided my mom and younger siblings go to our village home in Eshibinga. But he chose me to go with him to Nyeri. I was in class 3, barely 10 years old.
That is when I begun life without a mother. For 1 and a half years, I stayed in Nyeri with my dad. Dad was a good parent. Doing his parental work as a dad. Put me in the best school in Nyeri at the time. Temple Road primary.
But dad never ensured I showered, or cleaned my clothes. My worst hit was my underclothes.
I had one underwear for the entire period. Due to lack of proper hygiene, it was dirty, and worse, infested with bed bugs ( chawa)
Chawa ate my body. In class other kids called me charcoal dealer. I was dark, dirty and unkempt.
My dad was a big shot. Had a company car, with little time to check on me.
December 1980, my mom arrived in Nyeri, with our last born baby sister at the time… Susan. Mom was a house wife. Never been to school.
In two days… Mom changed me.. washed me, bought me new pants. For the first time in 2 years, I slept, like a baby.
I was taken for a proper shave.
Girls at Temple Road could now smile at me.
When it was time for her to go back to the village, I REFUSED. I WAILED, I TOLD DAD… IF MOM GOES.. I GO..
THAT is how my other siblings were brought to Nyeri. We were family. Mom, dad, my brother, my sisters. Family.
Mom made me human. I passed exams.
Happy mother’s day mama Jesca Amunga. Posthumous.