I have been writing and re writing this blog since my last post, I didn't know whether to continue writing or just drop the whole thing all together. I started questioning why I even began writing. My friend recently reminded me that it was part of My ministry and testimony all together. So I decided that I will post this blog today a day after my sons 11th birthday. I hope to finish this story today.
Allow me to catch us all up....
I met a guy
Dated, broke up
Met up again,
Hooked up,
Got Preggers
Kept it a secret,
Parents found out,
Gave birth,
Baby Daddy went MIA Then came back
Jesus Found Me, Prayed for reconciliation,
We got to where I was summoned by my dad after baby daddy went to meet my father. I promise to attach all links to the previous blogs .
So my Dad had asked me to come home that weekend. The days seemed as if they were flying because one minute it was Monday and my dad was calling me to tell me that my baby daddy had been to see him and the next minute its Friday and am in a matatu to Thika coming home. That evening when I heard the car pull into the garage my heart stopped like it had done some few blog posts before lol!
After we were done with exchanging niceties the questions began. The first thing my dad wanted to know was if I knew that He was back and if He had spoken to me. When I said yes and that as per our agreement with my folks He was to come home and acknowledge His responsibilities. I explained that that was the reason he wanted to come home. So my Dad asked me to call Him and ask what time they were planning to come. We agreed that it was in the afternoon and that they were three people coming.
In the morning He called me back and told me that the plan had changed and that Six people were coming. I updated my folks and they said that it was okay. At around 11 he called me and asked me a very pertinent question, "If your folks ask you if you love me what will you say?" I was taken a back, what type of question is this? are you not just coming to say that you are the father and that you were ready to take up your responsibilities? I thought to myself. I thought about it a minute and said that I did love Him but I didn't think much about it after.
At around 2 in the afternoon, I was in the bedroom and I heard singing coming from the gate, What on earth! what was all that singing about? how strange that my neighbors would have a ruracio on the same day my baby daddy is coming to announce himself hah! Wait! My neighbors daughter is abroad and my other neighbors has young sons so it can't be them no way. My mum came into my room and was like why are "your people" singing at the gate?
When the gate was opened they came in in droves and I could only stare from my bedroom window wondering what was going on. Why would he ask this many people to come to just say that He is the father? Why would He do this to my parents? There was no way we were going to be able to feed this many people on such short notice. Why would he tell me six then come with 50? I had so many questions on my mind. Was asked to stay inside and wait to be called and that is exactly what I did.
I have no idea what else transpired because I stayed in until my sister came to get me.
In the morning He called me back and told me that the plan had changed and that Six people were coming. I updated my folks and they said that it was okay. At around 11 he called me and asked me a very pertinent question, "If your folks ask you if you love me what will you say?" I was taken a back, what type of question is this? are you not just coming to say that you are the father and that you were ready to take up your responsibilities? I thought to myself. I thought about it a minute and said that I did love Him but I didn't think much about it after.
At around 2 in the afternoon, I was in the bedroom and I heard singing coming from the gate, What on earth! what was all that singing about? how strange that my neighbors would have a ruracio on the same day my baby daddy is coming to announce himself hah! Wait! My neighbors daughter is abroad and my other neighbors has young sons so it can't be them no way. My mum came into my room and was like why are "your people" singing at the gate?
When the gate was opened they came in in droves and I could only stare from my bedroom window wondering what was going on. Why would he ask this many people to come to just say that He is the father? Why would He do this to my parents? There was no way we were going to be able to feed this many people on such short notice. Why would he tell me six then come with 50? I had so many questions on my mind. Was asked to stay inside and wait to be called and that is exactly what I did.
I have no idea what else transpired because I stayed in until my sister came to get me.
My folks pulled me aside and told me that His family had decided that they didn't just want the child but they wanted the child and the mother. I was asked if i was comfortable with that arrangement. I run everything in my mind and thought to myself this must be an answer to my prayers what God must want for me. I ask asked myself who else would want me with my child? It must only be the father so I said that it was okay. My parents had to ask twice to confirm if I understood what I was saying and that is how my introduction happened. The Ruracio followed that November and I moved from my parents home to his house.
We stayed together for 3 years and after the three I came to my senses and realised that I was in it for the wrong reasons and having a child together was not a solid enough reason to be with someone. We were constantly falling out, he wanted to live like a bachelor and I wanted someone like my Father. We could not agree on anything. I felt trapped. I could only share with my close friends and since they had warned me from the start not to get married to him following all he had put me through. All they could do is encourage me and let me know that the decision remained mine because they couldn't make it for me.
I prayed and cried to God almost daily asking Him to make things work, to show me the way forward. Then one day I told myself that I had cried enough and that I had to pick myself up and move on. I went to my parents and shared all that I had been going through and I will never forget what my father told me, "Karimi, when you left this home we had not chased you out and this will always remain your home no matter what" they asked me if leaving was what I wanted and I told them that I had tried everything else and nothing seemed to work.
In may of 2013, I packed up my bags and moved back home. It was not an easy decision but it is also not one that I have regretted.
Five years later I can honestly say I am much happier now than I was back then and that the lessons I learnt back then I carry with me to date.
I refuse to settle for less than I deserve.
THE END.
