@Gisela09012350@kenyasgossips@HonMosiria Nimejam mbaya na uyo Mosiria. After kushika those guys,he uses them to create content rather than punish them & make them learn their lesson.
The things you used to criticise as a child have now become your life. I hope by now you see how one can be 30 yet unemployed or 35 and unmarried. I hope by now you see that not all alcoholics are bad people and how sadness can drive people into depression.
I hope by now you understand the pain that drives people to suicide. I hope you see that the pain of death changes you and you never truly heal. I hope by now you see your strict parents only ever meant well for you.
People don't just do things. Life is hard.
At 35 years you will go back home after you have paid school fee for your siblings, paid your aunties and Uncles hospital bills, your cousin school fees but you have zero investments. Trust me they will laugh at you and avoid you. Stay observant.
Most people grow up believing their parents failed them, yet very few ever pause long enough to see the weight those parents were carrying.
It is easy to point at what they did not do, what they could have done better, and the emotional gaps we had to fill for ourselves. What is difficult is acknowledging the reality that they were also shaped by their own childhoods, their own wounds, and the limitations of the world they grew up in.
Many parents were raising children while still trying to heal from pain they never had the chance to name. They were learning how to love while carrying memories of a home where love was rarely spoken. They were trying to provide while fighting battles they never talked about. They were trying to show up while silently drowning in their own fears, shame, and insecurities.
Some did not know better. Some knew better but did not have the emotional tools to do better. Some were simply overwhelmed by the responsibilities life placed on them before they had even figured out who they were.
When we finally understand that our parents were human, not superheroes, it becomes easier to see the effort that never made it into words. The sacrifices they never mentioned. The silent battles they fought just so we could have a chance at becoming something more than what they were allowed to be.
This understanding does not erase the pain we felt. It does not excuse the harm we experienced. But it humanises the people who raised us and helps us realize that sometimes they gave us everything they had, even if it was not everything we needed.
Healing begins when we stop looking at our parents only as guardians who failed us and start seeing them as imperfect humans who tried.