There is something about a mother in a group of other mothers. They are very confident, loud and aggressive. Especially to their children. You will pass -by and they will burst out laughing about how they were all there when you were born and now you walk like you own the world. You will only hear ‘Hmm. Hmm. Hahaha,’ followed by whispers as their eyes follow you until you get out of their sight. But you will soon realize that they mean no harm.
One last thing I couldn’t take a picture of, guess what happened? I went to the airplanes washroom for the first time in my life. I’ve always been so scared of movements in airplanes – they don’t sit right with me. After watching a few movies where the main character goes to the washroom then something starts to happen without their knowledge, my mind blocked the idea of making movements in an airplane. But this time round, I stayed for 2 whole minutes.
See, for those of us who grew in villages, read remote village in Taita Taveta, we had pictures in our…