I will never forget A Tale of Two Mothers.
The more I keep thinking about Dr. Fenta’s ‘A Tale of Two Mothers’, the more I recognize that the missing piece that completes the jigsaw puzzle is still out there. I used to focus on King Solomon’s wisdom and wise counsel (Read 1 Kings 3:16-28)
. Never did I give twenty-five cents worth of a care about the role of the two mothers. After listening to Dr. Fenta and what has become his burden, this story has taken a new twist, a different dimension that is changing the way I look at my work with vulnerable children and youth. Most of the boys and girls I meet and mentor in juvenile prison, rehab centres and informal schools come from families led by single mothers. Every time we minister to these children and the families, it becomes easier blaming a single mother for mothering a football team with different fathers but after listening to A Tale of Two Mothers, my focus has changed.
This isn’t just about the two mothers and a dead child. A long while back, the Nairobi CBD used to be filled with prostitutes, night watchmen, thieves, policemen and a few social castaways who contributed to most of Eastlands teenage pregnancies and the lost generation’s population boom.
Now, it is totally different because the whole family is out there, prowling the streets at night. When you search on Google for pictures of Nairobi at night, you get beautiful photos that are breathtaking. But don’t be fooled, there is a lot of sickening ugliness that will make ‘Being Mary Jane’ to pale in comparison. Suckling mothers are out there with their crawling babies, little boys and girls beg and sell roasted groundnuts while their siblings (right from primary school all the way to the university) crowd the night as hustlers of all kinds as fathers watch the population of the lost generation boom and grow.
It is high time that Christians from all walks of faith took this seriously in order to save our children. It is easy to pass the buck when your neighbour’s son is taken to prison. It is easy to look the other way when you neighbour’s teenage daughter becomes a prostitutes, drops out of school or become pregnant. It is easier to, like the two guys who ignored the afflicted gut by the roadside, to ignore the plight of other people’s children. But we need to realize that the same youths we ignore, thinking ours are safe behind the protective walls we have built, are the ones our own flesh and blood wants to hang out with. They are the ones who will get our children the drugs that will ruin their lives. This means that we should go back to the days before the rain started beating us and became the village that brings up one single child at a time. Much as the mothers have become the village that is single-handedly raising our sons and daughters, we should realize that the village needs fathers.
This probably calls for a ‘thank God it’s Friday night!’ kind of a Christian who is ready and willing to go out on Friday night and minister to the mothers, fathers and children that fill the streets at night. That is how we will be able to save the souls of our children and reclaim the lost generation. It is only this kind of a Christian who will help us find the missing puzzle to the Tale of Two Mothers and rescue Kenya’s lost generation and restore sanity to our nation’s family unit.
Though our ministry should be through out the whole week, saving our generation starts on Friday night. Sunday’s altar call may be too late…