Hello gist mate 🖖 this week’s gist ilinitingisha.
Nilikuwa salon tu, unajua ile kawaida—blow-dry, mushene, vibes. Then boom !!news ikadrop:
Mama mmoja Murang’a amedrown watoto wake wawili.

Salon ilienda silent. Then the real gist started.

Tulikuwa shocked.
“Ati just because the man cheated?”
“Waaah, mothers don’t do that!”
“Even mentally challenged mums hawasahau watoto wao bana.”
“Motherhood ni sacred. Ni resilience. Ni moyo.”

Tulifikiria maybe the 7-year-old ali-survive, maybe alibeg. But later tukasikia wote walipatikana dead 💔
Still, tulibaki na swali:
What kind of pain would override the nature of a mother?

And today I was in class and I thought ,
What’s happening to marriages these days?
How does a disagreement between mum and dad end up in the river?

Maybe she saw her kids as reminders of betrayal.
Maybe she thought hurting them would hurt him.
Maybe she was overwhelmed—motherhood, marriage, life, her sick dad… all that.

But one thing stood out:
Silence.
If she had spoken up, maybe someone could have helped
Maybe those babies would still be here.

And then I read that her family said she was too calm.Very composed to even think she would have mental or marital problems.
No signs. No alarms. Just silence.

And I got mad.
How come no one noticed?
But the bitter truth is—everyone has their own life.
Their own issues. Their own setbacks.
The world doesn’t pause for your pain.
Unless you fight for yourself, your children, your marriage, your life.

I’m not saying breaking down is bad.
I’m saying life has its ups and downs.
Problems will always come.
But what makes the difference is how you handle them.

And you handle them by speaking up.
Because silence turns into bitterness.
And bitterness can turn into tragedy.

Even women who are mentally disturbed because of life’s pressure still remember their children.
Niliona mama mmoja apo, not very okay mentally, but she’d still give stories about her kids.
How she thinks they’re around, even when they’re not.
Just shows you—her children were in her heart and soul, ata kama the mind haiko sawa.

So again I ask:
What kind of pain would override the nature of a mother?

And then there’s the husband.
Like—you lived with this woman.
You have two children together.
How didn’t you know something was wrong?

We expect closeness.
We expect you to notice.
But then again… he’s not God.
He only knows what he’s told.

And that made me ask:
Is there emotional closeness in marriages anymore?
Because let’s be honest:

1.You can be physically present but emotionally absent.

2.If you haven’t built emotional connection, you’re just strangers sharing a house.

So to the married, the dating, the “it’s complicated” crew,
Are you building emotional connection with your partner?
And if yes, how are you doing it?
Is your partner a safe space or a stranger?

💬 What do you think?
Can pain override motherhood?
Have you ever expected someone to just “know” what you’re feeling?
Do you feel safe enough to speak up?
Is your partner emotionally close—or just physically present?

Thanks for gisting with me today,
No pressure, just gist. Let’s talk about it.
Sema ikutoke , let it flow lest you choke 😅