Gambling has taken her by storm sooner she recovered from taking illicit brews at the local.
At 67, having lost her husband a year ago, things have not been the same again. She decided to hide her misery behind a bottle. She knows all the village brewers by their names and have even mastered their contacts. Living alone may have escalated it too. She is ever on her radio. She used to hear gambling advertised in the radio by her local favourite presenters and would yearn to make a win too. Since she was young, she wanted to be a millionaire. A dream she is yet to achieve. She saw it as an opportunity to make it come true.
Her gambling addiction started with giving Thanju some work to build a calf pen as his son had promised to buy her one to keep her busy. An advert triggered her to ask Thanju for a practical demonstration of how it works. It was simple. Just tying the name of an animal whose sound was played. She graduated into self destruction.
The woman has now turned into a food begger. She can't tell his son in the city as every month he sends enough money for food and basics which ends up in gambling. She has grown weaker with time for living a compromised life. She recently sold the calf bought by his son and called him the following day crying, claiming the calf is not in it's pen. He was convinced it was stolen. He would later learn it was not true when he attended a burial a village away and a distant friend boasted how his mother sold him a good calf. After further interrogation, he learnt she sold a 16k worth calf at only ksh. 3,000.
He didn't even pass by his home to see his mother as planned. He went directly to the city where he earns his wage through pulling rickshaws. He blocked her.
At 67, having lost her husband a year ago, things have not been the same again. She decided to hide her misery behind a bottle. She knows all the village brewers by their names and have even mastered their contacts. Living alone may have escalated it too. She is ever on her radio. She used to hear gambling advertised in the radio by her local favourite presenters and would yearn to make a win too. Since she was young, she wanted to be a millionaire. A dream she is yet to achieve. She saw it as an opportunity to make it come true.
Her gambling addiction started with giving Thanju some work to build a calf pen as his son had promised to buy her one to keep her busy. An advert triggered her to ask Thanju for a practical demonstration of how it works. It was simple. Just tying the name of an animal whose sound was played. She graduated into self destruction.
The woman has now turned into a food begger. She can't tell his son in the city as every month he sends enough money for food and basics which ends up in gambling. She has grown weaker with time for living a compromised life. She recently sold the calf bought by his son and called him the following day crying, claiming the calf is not in it's pen. He was convinced it was stolen. He would later learn it was not true when he attended a burial a village away and a distant friend boasted how his mother sold him a good calf. After further interrogation, he learnt she sold a 16k worth calf at only ksh. 3,000.
He didn't even pass by his home to see his mother as planned. He went directly to the city where he earns his wage through pulling rickshaws. He blocked her.