Mama

She was a tall dark lady with a tall legs and a curvy body.She was on forties , she was working at a local bank as a manager ,Money was not her problem, though she was so stingy .She could hide her payslip under her matress . We were three in the family,two boys and a girl ,i was the lastborn. I was her worst nightmare she even thought i was competing with her ,i could imitate her walking like a girraffe with her expensive designer heels. My father died a painful death . By the picture my mother hugged on her bedroom wall you could see he was a tall ,brown ,masculine guy wearing a leather jacket,you could tell he was a simple man. He used to love going at local bar taking beer& admiring beautiful ladies. It was on a rainy sunday morning when my mother was called by our neighbours that my father was lying outside the bar ,beaten until dead by a man who calm my father was having an affair with her wife. The mistress was there crying like a hungry hyena holding my fathers hand and you could tell she was real in love. My mother never shed a tear for her cheating husband it seems she was tired of his cheating behaviour. I graduated at Nairobi university and it was my mama dream come tru