Kuna kitu inaitwa Taxi Cab theory na inasuggest that men marry whoever is available when they're ready, not necessarily who they love. Ukweli ama uongo?
When my sister wanted to buy land, she informed my parents.
My dad asked, “Is your husband aware?”
She said, “No.”
Dad replied, “Tell him first and get back to me.”
She never did.
Later, my dad found out through my brother and called her husband.
“Are you aware your wife bought land?”
The husband replied:
“No sir. But why would she do that? All the properties I buy are in both our names.”
My sister called my dad angrily:
“Dad, you want to scatter my marriage!”
My Dad answered her:
“You’re the one already scattering it.”
Twelve years later, she still thanks him. She said her friends had been advising her to buy property secretly.
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Any man that fought his ways out of the trenches, made a name for himself and became successful, would not give birth to more children than his father had.
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Kuna jamaa aliwahi nishow ukirudi ushago and you happen to buy your hommies drinks in a Club, usiwahi kunywa na wao. Tell them to order what they want, pay the bill, washow unaeenda washroom alafu uhepe ueende zako.
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My dad still sends money to my mom randomly even though they broke up 28 years ago. He gave her $300 last Mother’s Day. And so one day I asked him “Why do you still do that after all these years? Because he has rebuilt his life long ago with someone new and I was just really curious about his motive quite honestly. This man answered “ My father always told me, if you ever have a kid with a woman, you owe her for life “.
While we were growing up, my father was a man of structure.
If he said he would give us pocket money for two weeks, he would call each of us one by one, place the exact amount in our hands, and remind us to spend wisely. There was order. There was discipline. There was love in the routine.
Then one day, something changed.
Without announcement.
Without explanation.
He started giving us more than the usual amount. We didn’t question it. We were children we were just happy. For over a month, the increase continued quietly. No speech. No warning. Just silent generosity.
Then one evening, he gathered us and told us he would be traveling.
Before he left, instead of giving us money like he normally would, he said something unusual:
“This time, calculate what you need for two weeks. Feed yourselves. Write everything down. When I return, I will pay you.”
It felt strange. But we agreed.
For two weeks, we became accountants of our own survival.
Every snack.
Every transport fare.
Every small expense.
We wrote them down carefully, almost proudly. It felt like adulthood in small doses.
When he returned, we were excited. We arranged our lists neatly, ready to be paid. There was joy in our eyes the joy of children expecting reward.
He collected the papers. Looked at them quietly.
Then he said something I will never forget.
“You survived for two weeks.”
We smiled, waiting for the money.
He continued.
“I didn’t ask you to do this because I didn’t want to provide for you. I asked you to do it to see if, from what I have been giving you, you have learned how to survive without me.”
The room became quiet.
“This is life,” he said. “Anything can happen. If unforeseen circumstances take me away from you, will you be able to stand? Have you been wise enough to save? Have you been wise enough to think?”
Then he went deeper.
“Not only financially. Everything you are learning from me discipline, responsibility, character you must be able to live it without me. A day will come when I will not be here. And when that day comes, I want to be at peace knowing you can survive.”
That day, he didn’t pay us.
At least not immediately.
But a week later, he called us again.
And he paid each of us more than what we had written.
More than what we expected.
Because the lesson was never about the money.
It was about independence.
It was about preparation.
It was about love expressed through responsibility.
Since that day, I have never forgotten.
Because sometimes the greatest love a father can give his children is not comfort…
It is capacity.