Facing the New World Stresses
Managing stresses in life is what makes a human being what he or she is. My brother and I used to play like we will never play again. We acted and play role adults, we played with other village children till our parent became suspicious, that might have lost our way home, and began finding where are about. We sometimes forget we had a number problem in life because play is made our day.
We felt hungry but play was our best option as long as we had energy to jump up and down, run here and there, lift that thing up, drops down another, we push one another to the point of hurt; to sometimes extend of one bleeding or bruised. Sometimes, we felt hungry for a period of time, normally the time during which we used to have meals, after that time, we felt full of energy as if we have just eaten, we now encourage ourselves to continue playing , saying hungry is lost now we can play.
We could hardly get tired. We accompanied friends to the home and share the little food their parents have prepared. This is sweetest part of slowly eroding African culture, the child was a community property, and every one had a responsibility in bringing up and caring for children.
Today the same village where I grew up, if a child is found eating in neighbor house, is warned not eat from people’s house, reason being the child will lack manners, or fed portion, or poison, but some of us still have manners though and were not poisoned.
The world has really changed. We don’t trust one another. We live in a world where, your closest neighbor maybe a dangerous criminal or a drug dealer or hater, child abductors, child trafficker, and to be safe, we restrict our children freedom of free play and socialize with world around them.
A friend once advised me not have a meal in restaurant in a regular basis, when I asked why, he faced me and said “This is Nairobi”. I was scared in the first place, but I gave myself courage, dismissing his advice, that I don’t have enemies or haters.
We have lost trust even from even our relationships, what is left is service, get the services want and leave me alone kind of relationship.
In 2014 I had a neighbor who was funny beyond being funny. He eats the cooked by his wife, while is present the house. In case he finds the wife has cooked the food already, he won’t eat. He goes straight to the kitchen, and he cooks for himself. When he was asked why he didn’t eat the food cooked by his wife in his absence, his response was “never trust women”. What came to my mind was, he doesn’t trust his sisters and his mother, because they are women. My question was why they lived together in one roof; sleep one bed, when you trust one another.
The wife had to pack belonging and left matrimonial home. She has to because how will live with someone who is thinks you might poison him or her anytime.
In African culture, if a man refuses to eat the food cooked by his wife, it is like he is filing a divorce. So we trust only when we see each other eyes. Happiness of a woman in Africa is her husband to eat the foot she cooks.
Facing the New World Stresses