My mother

Who was your most influential teacher? Why?

She was my teacher at home and in school. You see, I am a son of teachers. In my formative years, my mother was the lower primary school class teacher. Taught me to read. Write. Arithmetic. And I can’t recall what else. She was again my home science teacher in std 7 and 8. Introduced us to a survival skills like cooking, washing, ironing, and baking. My first time to bake was in school, not at home and then we would often bake at home.

We owned no oven. The national grid didn’t come as far as where we lived and schooled. Gas must have been in homes of just a few people. So, to get to a constant temperature for baking, we used silica. We would put sand in a container and heat it for a time, then reduce the fire. The silica would retain this heat until whatever you were baking was done and for some time after. But I digress.

Having mentioned my mother, I should mention my father, the other teacher in the house. Unlike mother whose lessons were on the practical side of things, the lessons from my old man have been subtle.

Other people have influenced me along the way, some very powerfully from chance interactions. I remember the mama who trained us as peer counsellors in high school. Or the government official/ preacher. Or our high school principal. My ceo has, in my adult life, been one of the best teachers I have got. And our late friend, that bird/ dino- had quite an influence.

I miss my first teacher, my mother.


About makagutu

As Onyango Makagutu I am Kenyan, as far as I am a man, I am a citizen of the world

29 thoughts on “My mother

  1. She must have gone so fast, I am sure she is your first girl friend too and probably the one who taught you to love. I remember Ajos mentioned that she can only get the gist of her greatness through your constant sharing…a mother’s departure leaves a permanent void, I guess it is worst when it comes abruptly, especially from what my other friends have shared, though generally not one person accepts it with ease whatever the circumstances… I sometimes wish I could console you on this, nothing much will suffice… only living with the heart break… I always hope you get a way to manage the feelings that comes with it…we can only offer a shoulder for you to lean on when it becomes overwhelming…
    Teachers are great shapers of destiny, I owe mine a lot

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  2. ladysighs says:

    Beautiful post.

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  3. renudepride says:

    Excellent tribute to all of your educators! They taught you well! I can imagine they are very proud of you and your accomplishments! 😉 Naked hugs!

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  4. john zande says:

    It was Miss Stapler, my grade 4 teacher. She kick started my love of learning.

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  5. My mother is still alive. She is a cretin. You can have her if you like 🙂

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  6. There is no doubt mothers are the usual default position to provide a sensible education in the first few years of our lives. However, nature does not always deliver satisfying outcomes as can be observed all around.

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  7. Lovely post, my friend.

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  8. I have met a few of my teachers. They are proud of me.

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  9. jimoeba says:

    My best teacher was when I was 16, living remote as a wrangler and hunting guide. The old man there, Bob was the most practical and enabling man I’ve ever known. During that time he put me three weeks alone in one of the high camps. I consider that time my rite of passage.

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  10. Mee to I love my teachers 😊👍

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  11. Judy Thompson says:

    In highschool, my math teacher: I am hopeless when it comes to algebra or trigonometry, which he soon discovered. He was, however, a numbers guy, and before he gently bounced me out of the class he showed me the fun you can have with prime numbers, and things like the Fibonacci sequences, and the magic of 9. Then he suggested that I might be better suited to a home economics class, and it was a much better fit. I learned to use a sewing machine, and how to make my own clothes, which I value way above a + b=c…

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  12. maryplumbago says:

    My Mom was a wonderful and kind person, but I can’t really say she was a teacher. She married into some money (but for love) and I grew up with a maid. I personally think that’s bad because it takes away from learning from your Mom and a closer one on one relationship too. My Dad was pretty much emotionally absent, although a good man and a man of integrity and honesty. So, I mostly learned from observing and life itself. Alway did have a keen curiosity, though about cosmology, some history and what makes mankind tick. I owe my parents for setting good examples of the kind of person I strive to be.

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