God bless the broken road.

We sat at the edge of our seats, waiting for that bell to ring. Bittersweet feeling honestly….sometimes it would mean lunchtime, sometimes it meant time for that dreaded subject (probably kiswahili/social studies..ha!). But this time its home time! And at the moment it rang, oh how we would scramble for the door..then our eyes would caress the grey pavements to catch a glimpse of mostly, mum!

School days were the worst!…then… Barely knowing enough, we’d wake up to the dreaded morning shower, only to go to school with one umbrella to shelter three….sometimes I forgot to do my homework because all weekend we played football with the boy next door( and yes, it was weird football because we didn’t have to run around but it was still football!) And now the math teacher expected us to present the multiplication assignments off our heads. So my two friends wrote 4×4=16 at the back of my hand so I wouldn’t have to face the wrath of “Mr Blue”

Then there came the holidays… Sometimes we had to go to the suburbs…I mean to my grandma’s…and it was weird because we didn’t know the local dialect…you should have seen how the two parties stumbled over words, just to say good morning…and at first you would hear our murmurs on how there was no electricity and we couldn’t watch “The power puff girls“… And there were no dolls to play with…so we had to settle for long walk around the steep hills, and go fetch water at the river… But I loved it still, not the walks, but roasting maize till late at night… The spooky stories of cousins from the coast where allegedly animals talk(cats mostly)

But the years have gone by… Some friends changed schools, some moved, like us to those suburbs we so dreaded… We went to high school and most of us “grew up“(just went through puberty)… We met new people that we’ve lost again… We went to uni and it got worse… Now we have opinions, now we know religion, others have money others don’t.. Others fell in love and actually fell… Now we have walls that were once bridges… Others are broken where others succeeded… And some we only know they’re happy by checking their timeline… And we have loved and lost… We have cried and we have laughed… We have moved on when we thought we had given up…

Yesterday, I probably wrote a few resignation letters to God… Some that I still think I mean..I know maybe you’ve written some yourself too… But I took a walk down that memory lane.. And path has only gotten steeper… And ahead it won’t get any easier….. But I have seen light rekindled on the darkest of days.. I have seen strength renewed on the weariest of plains… I have seen ashes become beautiful… I have had old acquaintance renewed and believed only mountains don’t meet… And I still believe in beautiful things.. So I have made this faithful saying mine:…

In reviewing our past history, having traveled over every step of advance to our present standing, I can say, Praise God! As I see what the Lord has wrought, I am filled with astonishment, and with confidence in Christ as leader. We have nothing to fear for the future, except as we shall forget the way the Lord has led us, and His teaching in our past history.LS 196.2

And so with a smile so bold, may God bless the broken road!