Yes Mama I Did it!!!

I sometimes look back at my high school life and wonder how I made it through. I was not the best that everyone wanted me to be. I was average. I hate average. Average this, average that. I wanted more. I needed more than just education. I wanted to experience life outside school. Life outside the closed gates. Life outside wearing uniform the whole time. This is what I wanted. Freedom to do what I want at any time.

I had a dream….

I recall one day an uncle of mine asked what course I wanted to pursue after school. Ok , here is the thing, back then I did not know there was something like IT or computer science (How blonde was I? Like seriously…) I told him any course that deals with computers, that’s what I remember telling him. My mama wanted me to pursue education. No way mama! I respect the path you took but let me take mine and see where it leads me.

After high school I was happy to have attended a university in Nyeri. No, I was not really happy persae..I wanted to school in Nairobi so bad! but my mama has this weird way of reading someones’ mind. I don’t know how she does it because I remember her asking me after my first semester whether I wanted to study in Nairobi. I pursued  IT as my course and did what I could to make mama and papa proud. Two years down. I mean two boring years down the line. Boring because no fun clubs in Nyeri to hangout during those days. Fridays meant I go back to the hostel and fight over food so It does not finish before I get some. Weekends meant B O R I N G! But well, before I knew it the two years were gone.

I didn’t want to give up. I knew life had too much to offer me and later thought of pursuing my degree course. I didn’t want to be stagnant and here I am. This is what I have always wanted and longed for. To see myself go up the ladder. My parents wanted that too and as the only lady in the family, I gotta make them proud.

I want them to look at me one day and say “Yes daughter, You made us proud.”

That evening I will go join my dad on the terrace as he drinks his last sip of Scotch. Unwrap the extra bottle I will have bought him and tell him to enjoy. ‘Papa, this is for giving me the fruit of education and for going an extra mile to see me achieve my dream’. I was thinking of how I will sit down with him as I hold my glass of scotch but no. That will not happen. Not my papa. I am a good lady to my papa and may that live on forever.

My mama will be in the house, kitchen perharps preparing some food. I don’t know why but my mama is never tired she is always working. Always on the move to get something done. As she does her thing, I will be giving her the latest gossip in the neighborhood. After she is done, we will head to the living room and I will surprise her with her favorite rhine street red wine as she loves it.  I will pour myself too. Hmm..This one, she better let me drink. Otherwise, I will remind her how old I now am and I have the freedom to do what I want.

Anyway…

Yes, I did my degree. Please let no one ask me whether I use to attend lectures. You know how your schedule says you have five classes to attend in a week? All I remember is attending two classes in a week and this other one time I went to class and met the lecturer get out of class as I was arriving. The little things that make me realize how unfair life is. After struggling with CBDs traffic and almost been knocked out by one of the careless drivers as I hurry to attend the lecture. Worse, I find the lecturer just finished attending to the class. You guys can totally relate…right? So, you just walk back to the bus station and head home dissapointed, cursing and wishing that you should not have planned to attend class in the first place.

I remember attending like five classes the whole of my last semester. Isn’t this why I love campus? No follow-ups on where one is and no one gives a shit whether you attend class or not. All you gotta do is make sure you hand in the assignments that you copied  from a generous friend in your class and also ensure you have a good ‘mwakenya’ when it comes to end semester exams and you are good to go. Trust me.

Yeah, if you didnt know how to survive campus, I just gave you a tip on how to. I just hope my mama will not read this. And if she does, uhmm…I don’t know what to say. But am sure by the time she reads this, I will have graduated and this will be meaningless.

Mama, see, I made it…I am finally graduating!! Isn’t graduation the reason why we all go to school? Isn’t this why you urged me to read and work hard in school and wear that long gown? As I write this mama, am packing you some rhine wine and Papas’ scotch. This is for the struggle you both went through and for what you gave up to see me go to school and be where I now am.

Thank you.

Now mama, you can start calling and inviting all the ‘wamama wa kijiji’ and let’s celebrate….

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KITHYLOUISE

KithyLouise is a Nairobi Based Writer. IT software engineer by profession and Creative Writer by passion. She loves writing about her personal experiences, travel and telling short stories. She is a young talent promoter and a Youtuber. She has also written an online book series that she wishes to publish one day.

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5 Comments

  • janet
    June 16, 2016 at 2:54 pm

    congratulations dia kaz so proud of you

    • KITHYLOUISE
      KITHYLOUISE
      June 16, 2016 at 3:22 pm

      Thank you dear…

  • janet
    June 16, 2016 at 3:04 pm

    congratulations dia kaz ..am proud of you

  • Nick
    July 27, 2016 at 12:49 pm

    Very inspiring puts me in your shoes

    • KITHYLOUISE
      KITHYLOUISE
      July 27, 2016 at 1:16 pm

      Thanks Nick.

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