I CANNOT RUN away from this. Not any time soon. I have received many emails and calls inquiring how I was able to have babies.
This is because, at the age of over 40 years, God blessed me with a son, Issa, and then my twins, the latest blessings. Some people are specific: “Are they yours kabisa?”
Well, I need to talk to these folks to understand what they mean by kabisa. My grandmother visited me recently “to greet the twins”. She told me how in the village the gossip is that my babies were fathered by a Chinese man just because I live near the Thika superhighway.
I could not explain to her how science helped me to get my babies. And, though I will try, I still do not think I will have a big enough forum to explain this to the Doubting Thomases.
When I was blessed with Issa, I was candid and shared about my struggle to conceive. Issa cost me a neat pile of money, plus the psychological toll was great. I made it clear that I went for ART, meaning assisted reproductive technology.
My grandmother knows that children are given by God. Period. To her, struggle and science are not part of the conception equation. So I did not see the need to give her this information.
For those who can identify with me, when you go knocking on the doors of ART practitioners, it only means one thing: You cannot conceive naturally.
You need help. And I mean help in terms of technology to make you behold this baby that you want so badly. You may not know a lot about the medical field, but you are sure that it is your baby and it is “stuck” somewhere.
ART practitioners in Kenya are few, with additional seasonal ones who come during specific months. God forbid if you do not have tonnes of cash during their set visiting season.
They come, make a killing, then leave for their countries. Most times they leave behind broken hearts and marriages, empty bank accounts, and loans that will be serviced until Jesus returns.