One evening my mother made dinner after a hard day’s work. She put a plate of eggs, salad and burnt toast in front of my father…
I immediately noticed, the burnt toast… And, I was waiting to see if he was going to complain about it, but my father started to eat them, smiling and asked me how I spent my day at school…
My mom apologized to my dad for the burnt toast. I will never forget his response to her: “Honey, I love burnt toast!”
Later when I went to bed and my dad came over to kiss me goodnight, I asked him if he really liked the burnt toast?
He hugged me and said, “Your mother has had a difficult day and she is really tired. She went out of her way to prepare this meal for us, why blame her and hurt her. Burnt toast never hurt anyone; but words can be very painful!”
We have to know how to appreciate what others do for us, even if it’s not perfect, because it’s the intention to do well that counts, and no one is perfect…
Acha kuniwekelea nani, I’m very friendly to men ata Sijui ulitoa wapi hio idea. Ni ile tuu makende lazima tukule for breakfast coz hii blood donation yetu ya kila mwezi siku kadhaa we must eat well. Unafikiria kukuwa mwanamke ni chokes. Respect pundesh nani.
Otherwise napenda babangu, napenda Rao, napenda Unye and all junguu men, chimpanzees ziko na kakitu pia. Kwa hivyo hizi allegations being leveled against me are an attempt to cast aspersions on my very loving and caring nature. Hata mother Teresia hakua mpenda watu kaa mimi. Nyway this is my role model. Mama mpenda wote.
