The importance of falling in love

The importance of falling in love

Before I got married, I used to hate house chores. After long day of work, energy for washing utensils and cleaning the house was not there. Instead of cleaning the utensils, I opted to go a hotel. During weekend, I visited my friends. This was the only solution of saving energy for the house hold tasks. The only thing I would do if need arises, is preparing black tea and wash immediately.

For clothes, I took to the laundry or wait for cleaner for hire in the estate. At times, I would repeat wearing other clothes, trousers and braziers. At times I paid KES 500 to women who clean clothes around the estate. With polishing shoes, shoe cleaners were always around. I believed the short cuts were good and I’ll use them forever.

Things changed when I started dating Mama John. We used to meet in town. It was not daily because she was so strict. I’ve never known why she was so strict; meeting twice in a month. Other communications were done over the mobile phone and it was as night. This communication lasted for the last five years.

On our fifth year she decided to come over the weekends to do some cleaning in the house. I gave her my key spare. She Cooked. That scent of chapati ruled the house the whole weekend. Fried meat was perfectly done by her blessed hand. The house was well arranged. Also, she gave me company to church. She is the person who made me buy a bible and place it on our sitting room table. It’s there up to date.

I bought an iron machine for my clothes. She did it perfectly. I felt like a king whenever I was wore those attires. The smelling was good. The posture from a distance made my colleagues make compliments; you’re looking cool nowadays. This was directed to my ears but deep in my heart, this was Mama John praise. She made me look so.

I cannot remember the last time I went to the hotel to eat or drink since she stepped into my life. Going to job, she gives me a lunch box and a thermos during tea break. Walking up late over the weekend is history now. Weekdays am reporting to work. Weekends after church, we take our John out for children funny. This renews our bond; from single to life partner.

Doing shopping is a norm. We go together to the supermarket. We make a shopping list as we do this; including the shoe polish and match stick. Oh!

There is much respect between me and my parents. This is after I got married. The respect even increased when we gave them a grandson… To my friends nowadays am baba John.

Where I work, there was a salary benefit after my resume status changed married. Also there is that paternity leave. That’s the importance of being married. By Nyabuto Henry