In the romanticisation of village life, what’s often overlooked is the arduous labour it commands.
Wake up at 6 a.m. Go milk the cows. Sweep the chicken coop. Wash the drinkers & refill them, mix the medicine. Go to the sheep pen. Sweep. Go tie the sheep. Head to the cow pen: repeat. Fill every bucket with water, pulled from a manual well.
Take breakfast quickly.
Go to the granary. Carry maize out to dry. Head to the farm. Carry 20kg maize sacks on your back, the remainder of the harvest. Back & forth. Back & forth.
Afternoon. Go home. Eat quickly. Take the animals to pasture. I used to fight my brother over this. Only time you'd get to sit down, read a novel. A little nap, and sheep has strayed into the next farm.
Bring the animals back in the evening. Mum forgot to buy salt. Rush to the market. Come back. Milk the cow. Cooking water has run out. Pull more from the well.
It’s 7 p.m.
Go bathe. Eat. Sleep at 8:30.
Midnight, the dogs are barking. Cow thieves again. Join the neighbours outside to chase the thieves, who made away with 3 cows. which you looked for until 3 am, came back home at 4 am.
Put your head on the pillow, it’s 6 already. Cows are mooing. Milk is itching their udders.
I suffered in the village, mam. But there were good times too. And rivers. And lots of sugarcane. And a girl that I really liked. Would I recommend it?
No. Stay right where you are.
You'd never get depressed in the village, though. Too much to do to even entertain the thought. Your only anxiety was whether you'd ever make it out of there, and how much better a parent you would be once you did.
Go to the village in your 40s if you have to. Village life is only good when you're the one doing the ordering around. Telling your kids they are too soft, because at their age you were tilling three acres of land with a hoe everyday under the scorching sun, while raising a whole family.
This is exactly why you’ll find grown men glorifying their mothers’ sacrifices while having very little understanding of what those sacrifices actually cost them. I remember my aunt once telling me that leaving her job was one of the worst decisions she ever made yet her
Unfortunately, I have to admit that I have not done my best. My current situation is a direct consequence of my incompetence. I suck at doing this life thing.
Marriage only benefits a woman when the man is truly capable of leading, providing, and protecting. Otherwise she’s just adding responsibilities to a life she already manages alone.
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It's unfortunate that this time in our lives gets wiped from our memories. I wanna remember being this carefree. You didn't even have to go to the bathroom