My son Emitono turns six on 24th July this year and it seems with every day that passes he gets to ask us (mom and dad) more and more questions besides reminding us that he will be six this July. He has already asked for what gift he would like for his birthday come 24th – an iPad straight from America. I wonder what he intends to do with but sure he will have a lot more uses than I have with my smart phone which he uses better than I can,
Besides the iPad, Emitono has also asked us to have his birthday party at school where he can share the joy of that day with his classmates and friends. I am afraid, he might not get the iPad this month since I have not yet ordered for one but he will at least celebrate with his friends and classmates.
Like I said earlier that the list of questions from Emitono is growing by the day as his birthday draws closer, his mom emailed this afternoon to say that he asked why she married me. I wondered what is at the back of his mind like when he asked me who gave me my current job and I answered it was my boss, he said that he did not like my job because it takes me away from home. Well, the mom says that she said that she married me because I asked her to. And he also asked where she was living before she married me and she said that she was living with her parents.
That is not the first time a similar question has come up from Emitono. Back at Easter, he asked her when we were visiting my in laws who took mom away from their home and she had told him that dad did so. Earlier on that he had asked my uncle who took away his grandma (my mom) from their home and why> he also asked how my uncle had a different mother from my mom. That was quite a tough question my uncle because Emitono wondered how a brother and sister could have two different moms? The issue at stake was nothing more than the fact that our grandpa was polygamous and the young man is yet to know that some men marry more than one woman. For certain the question why some men marry more than one woman is on the way.
Not very long ago I was knocked on the knee by a boda-boda (motorbike taxi) and when I narrated to Emitono what had happened to me, he not only asked if I had reported the case to police but also if the accident was potentially fatal? He went on to ask if his mom would have got them another father had boda-boda killed me? I told him that I would not know if their mom would get them another father because in my dead state I would neither know nor influence his mother’s decisions.
We went together to collect milk last week and Emitono asked the doctor from whom we buy the milk how his cows make the milk and he was so dissatisfied with the doctors answer that the cows makes the milk in its body, that he kept on asking how does it do it until I chipped in with some plausible explanations.
Homework time last week was equally tough for me, for Emitono disagreed with me over several answers and methods of work which I gave to question and requests which he made – he said several times that I was either wrong or confused.
I am afraid that come 24th July, besides inviting me to school, he might also ask me to give a speech apart from blessing the cake. Unfortunately, I will not be in Entebbe, for I will be more than 700 km away from home in the capital of South Sudan doing the job he does not like.
While our son has been growing up and asking may questions, so are we – at least I am asking myself more questions each day more than ever before and I just seem not to have enough time for all that I want to do before the Lord can call me home. I am also between two generation – my father’s and my son’s and I have to try to be home with my ailing parents and I also have to be home with our children besides being at home with my own generation.
Well, if I were to give a speech for my son, I would punctuated it with three quotes – one from a movie, the second from a book and the other from a song and this is what it would be: Son, when you grow up and life throws up its waves into your face, please roll with the blows and do ask for who moved your cheese, for you were made for so much more than just survival – you were made to thrive. God bless.