06/02/2023
Over the long Christmas holidays, I tried to cook a traditional meal(Kamongo in sour milk), my mother used to make it with alot of ease, but I just couldn't seem to get it right.
It had been so long since I'd made it that I'd forgotten how. My mother also used to prepare the dish so well, I couldn't help wanting it.
Frustrated with myself for putting so much heat on gas and water, I finally picked up the phone to call my mom and ask what I was doing wrong. In the moment, I'd somehow forgotten that she had had been dead two years ago.😭
My trigger was that forgotten Kamongo recipe.
My mother and I had been extremely close, I respected her and all that she provided for me and my small brother. I remember at some point when my marriage went south and I didn't have a job, she took in my two daughters with her as I looked for a job in the City.
Later when I secured a job, she didn't even allow me to take them with me. She was my pillar and support system. She struggled so much in the village to raise my brother and me since my dad passed on when we were still under 10 years. Mom planned us so well, very organized despite just selling dry fish at Anyuongi market every evening while toiling in the heat of the day in our small shamba.
Then it came out of the blue. She went to the hospital one day complaining of what she thought was food poisoning, but was actually pancreatitis. Shortly after mom was admitted, she went into a coma and was placed on life support. By the time I arrived a few days later, she had come out of the coma, but her prognosis was poor.
One evening I had traveled to Uganda for business leaving her under the doctor's care then the call came through, Mom did not make it.
Oh, I was so lost at that time. I couldn't talk to anybody. Outside I was healthy, but, on the inside. . . torn into little pieces, thinking over and over again about the last words I had spoken to Mom. Wondering whether I could have done things differently, whether I could have spent more time together. . .I just couldn't get out of that loop.
After 3weeks of planning, we buried Mom. Reality hit me, what next, my kids, my small brother. I was to re organize myself within a short time and take charge.
I haven't gone back home 2 years later since we burried Mom.
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