"Allow me to present to you the modest abode that I called home" - a lone brick structure encircled by thatched huts, crafted from a mixture of cow dung and ash. It appeared more like a storage space, measuring a mere 8 by 10 feet.
Surprisingly, it sheltered our family of five. Inside, we had a simple setup: a small table with two foldable wooden chairs, a tiny window that struggled to bring in light, and a cramped space where two adults couldn't move without bumping knees.
Our sleeping arrangements consisted of a humble 3-inch feather mattress adorning a simple wooden bed frame with a rubber-woven top. Nearby, a wire-meshed cupboard held our set of six tin cups,plates, spoons, and a petite kettle. Two pots, one clay, and one silver, rested on the cupboard, their outsides stained from countless meals cooked over an open three stone fireplace.
A crocheted cloth covered the table, upon which sat a kerosene lantern and a copper vase adorned with plastic flowers - a wedding gift from our father to our mother. The lone wedding portrait decorated the left wall, and a collection of calabashes graced the space above the cupboard. Behind the door, a few jackets and dresses hung,causing it to creak when opened.
At the foot of the bed, a pile of well-worn bags with fraying seams sat alongside a pair of men's sandals made from recycled tires, locally known as 'nyamoga' or 'Kala.' Nearby was Papa'spolished dress shoes gleaming with pride. This was my humble abode, as I recall from my earliest memories at just two and a half years old."
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Shadows Unveiled
Non-FictionWithout pretending to be excessively religious, sprinkling verses throughout every part of my life's story, I reminisce about my past with newfound spiritual clarity, seeing the profound teachings of Jesus in a new light. His words about planting se...
