{UAH} Uganda: City Dude - Sometimes We Have to Let Go
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Uganda: City Dude - Sometimes We Have to Let Go
A friend of mine is struggling with a certain change in his life that most men would be afraid to share.
But he needed a shoulder to lean on and I offered my broad one. Over a year ago, they had a baby and it has been sleeping in their bed. Baby had become very comfortable sleeping between mummy and daddy for close to 14 months.
While daddy was enjoying sleeping with his two babies, it turns out that mummy was not very happy. So, she started by saying that the baby needs her own cot but he never paid attention until she demanded.
Men have the ability to block out content they do not want to hear, and not even VPN can get the message through. All the blocker will hear is "blablablayadayada... " before replying absent-mindedly with an "okay". That does not mean you remind him every week.
Anyway, the baby cot was finally procured and the baby was moved. But the dude is still not content with his little one sleeping far away from him. So, whenever baby girl sneezes or cries alittle, he dashes and brings her back to her former position. It looks like this is a battle mummy is going to fight for a long time. This is normal because newborns always take daddy's attention.
I my view, firstborn is standing in the way of the second. How do you cuddle and whisper sweet nothings to your kyana when the little one in the middle? Baby mama is right to fight for her space.
Daddy's loss of the comfort of having the little one on his chest is definitely her gain. She can take her rightful place with nothing between them. That dude is not the only one hurting silently as I can attest.
I finally decided to sell off my latest bike. After months of withstanding the rain, dust and sunshine, I realised she deserves better. I rode her one last time with a knot in my throat. I felt like I was leading my favourite cow to the slaughterhouse. My heart was heavy.
It was not the first one I owned and let go of a bike. This was possibly my sixth. The first one, Bajaj Boxer, left me with permanent scars. The second one introduced me to the big boys. The third one took me on long distances including my hometown Fort Portal all the way from Kampala.
The next had mechanical issues but we still had fun while the next took me from Kampala to Bujumbura and back. It ate up the corners between Nyaruguru and Bujumbura like popcorn.
If you thought Kabale corners are sharp, you have probably not been to Burundi by road, better still on two wheels. But it was sport aka 'Kunama'; so, it hurt my 'boy parts' and back. This forced me to buy an all-terrain adventure bike.
Still we got married and a baby came along. So, every time I rode and pushed beyond 120km/hr, flashes of my little girl would come to me. I slowed down.
You cannot ride to South Africa like that. I had to let her go to someone who would treat her well; ride her more often for long hours. It was a moment of 'it's me not you' as we broke. Sometimes we have to learn to let go.
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