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... her tears are always steady like a river, they drop daily but they are never visible to the human eye, hers are tears of pain, tears of worry, tears of love; unlike you and I, her tears will never be seen dropping down her cheeks, for that would be a sign of worry for everyone, and that, she doesn't want. THE MOTHER! The pain of a mother is the pain of love . She carries our pain, cries on our behalf, shields us from harm and always watchful of us, no matter the distance of our roof to that of hers. Her protective eye is omnipresent. But what do we reward her with? What do we payback for all her tears and worries? Sadly so, it's more pain, hurt, disrespect and ungrateful attitude. Her pain of love.  On this day, I board a matatu to my resident. The vehicle was already full and the only space left is a small space at the seat just behind the driver's seat. Normally, this seat is designed to accommodate three passengers, on this day I am the fourth passenger, I occ...

...whatever you say, Pete, a man must look good Bessie said looking deeply into my eyes. Everyone who hits the hustle road from Monday to Saturday, and they only have Sundays as a free day to them, will agree with me, what a holiday, especially a holiday that falls on a Monday, means to them. Flashback, during our college days, perhaps we are all naive and nervous, we clear college with 1001 expectations. I can remember, my last day in college, was filled with lots of pride and expectations, for one, being a graduate of commerce, I saw myself working in a bank, driving a posh car and always dressing in clean suits and shiny shoes. In fact, in my mind, I had already seen myself getting hooked up to some yellow-yellow light-skin lady who was going to be the mother to my two beautiful kids, a boy and girl. I was already falling in love with some unknown imaginary beauty queen, who was going to parade this banker (Pete) on her social media pages with captions such as #Bae, #MyDail...