Passion Project Short Story

Love at Home 

I sit in this well thought out session as the Pastor talks about “Enjoy your marriage”. He 

tactfully brings out each point, along with a sense of humor. 

“Learn to change yourself.” 

“Be unique.” 

“Be romantic.” 

“Learn to use the ‘I’ as opposed to ‘You’” – most ladies found this pretty interesting? More 

impossible to hack. I guess this is why we learn daily; that daily growth is a constant 

factor in character formation. 

And he goes on and on. 

I carefully listen, with my pen busy on my notebook and I find myself looking into the 

future. The odds make me smile myself silly. “This might actually be a good thing”, I 

thought. “Enough with the distraction,” I reminded myself. 

“Do not be a photocopy of another couple.” He says. “You can lend and learn from others 

but implement it in your own unique way” he continues to teach. Those who were actually 

seated with me will realize I’ve paraphrased. But not to worry, I have not lost the 

intended meaning. I cannot help but think of my favorite couple in the whole wide world.

My Parents. 

They say men go for ladies who reflect their mum’s traits, while a lady would marry a guy 

with her father’s tenor. How true this is, I would not know and I definitely will not go into 

that discussion now. I will save it for later. 

Their story 

I don’t think they ever expected to have the many girls they got. And we never forget to 

remind them of the many grandsons we’ll give them. I mean, having a twin gene, how 

much more can you wish for? I can’t count the number of times my dad has narrated how 

he met my mother and the many dates she turned down. So much that Cindy, our last 

born, could not resist to recreate the scene this one time we were all having breakfast. 

Lol. Funny girl. You can imagine his excitement when she finally said yes. He felt like he 

owned the world at his palm and he ultimately conquered it. Him, romantic in his own 

way – sending postcards when away; taking us out for family Sunday treats and dinner 

nights; laying us on his lap and teaching us how to drive. He is a family man in his own 

right. We would take dibs on who would remove his shoes and socks when he gets back 

from work. Her, caring to her husband – cooking him his favorite meal; preparing him 

water to bath – but with instant showers on the rise, I’m not sure our generation will live 

to see this, unless when kanjo (city council) decides to ration water because of a dam 

drying up. Keeping tabs with each child’s schooling; always having a teacher under her 

sleeve to keep close watch over us. She is a strong, strict and powerful woman. Almost 

Superwoman. That is why they can now guiltlessly sit at the sofa, with legs stretched out 

or comfortably snugged under a comforter, and order us around for anything and 

everything. 

Now that I’m all grown up, I know that theirs isn’t a bed of roses, but a rose. Despite the 

presence of the thorns, the combination of the two makes it a beautiful plant to look at. 

And this makes all the difference. 

“Learn to talk and walk together,” he adds. It is interesting how they sometimes let us 

see the kid in them, cheza-ing twisty na Africa yote. The 26th December of each year, we 

would successfully surprise them and they would blow yet another candle together. Dear 

future kids, should you be reading this, I hope I will not have to drop more hints. And 

should you need extra hands to help, your adorable aunts and uncle know what I’m 

talking about. 

Home forms the origin of character, of our perspective in life, because we grow up 

wanting to lead lives as theirs, over and beyond. So I nod in agreement with Pr. Ephraim. 

Heaven smiles above, when there’s love at home. 

Signed, 

Betty Kosgei. 

Betty Kosgei was a contestant in the Short Story category of Passion Project


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