LETTER TO MY SHUSHU

Dear granny Grace,
Yes she may be way over seventy years old but she deserves mention....Yeah my granny Grace whom i resemble from head to toe....minus the wrinkles of old age..she is just of my complexion and often refers to me as her last born daughter to her friends...Though she is semi illiterate am sure one of her many chldren would not mind translating this heart felt letter to her...How i wish she knew how to read or write, or had one of this advancements of technology....Youa wondering why i cannot call her...i have that option but i want to put it in words because that is how i do it best...
She is ailing now,has been for almost the past five years of her life but she still keeps strong. Her zeal to live is what i admire most about her. She wakes up to go to the garden just so her family may not lack something to eat.Granny Grace played father and mother role to me for the first fourteen years of my life. She instiled in me values that people envy that i will be glad to pass on to my children. Kindness being her greatest virtue...Granny Grace has been through a lot in life but her faith in God keeps her strong..She struggles to walk to church a 15 mins walk she does it in a hour . But thats wat i admire about granny grace,...she is never late to church..
As i write this article tears fill my eyes...because everytime granny grace gets very unwell i fear losing her...I want her to stay long enough to attend my graduation,see me get employed and give her a good life...maybe get her to church in 5 minutes with no sweat at all....
Yes i want her to walk me down the ail...Only her age cant allow her to rock em heels....i will have her rocking those Orie Mandulis headbands...take her for a mani and pedi....oh she says its a waste of money but it will be my wedding..I want granny Grace to live long enough to see my grandchildren..To see what a great job she did in raising me up through my children...And as i write this article today I chose this to be granny day for me...where i go visit her,,,chat a little, bring her flowers...(and i know that funny look she gives me and tells me in our mother tongue i stop being childish)....but i still will because it makes her happy.
Granny Grace is always telling me to read because books are a weapon and am doing exactly that for me because i understand that but also pushing on harder because i want to make granny Grace proud...
My prayer remains the same every night...Lord please keep granny Grace safe......

IAM MY MOTHERS CHILD AND PROUD

Iam attending some event and names are being called out. By bad luck or good luck my name does not appear on the list. The person calling out the register asked for my name starting with the surname and i said Wangari. He gives me a funny look and repeats again....surname....i smile at him and say my mothets name again. He shakes his head and