22/11/2025
๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฒ๐: ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฒ๐๐ฝ ๐ ๐ฎ๐๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฟ๐ฒ
After surviving the breastfeeding battle and the toilet cleaning saga, I truly believed life would give me a small break. Just one. Even a nap break. But no. Living with Rabera means peace is a rumour.
This episode started so innocently.
Rabera took her afternoon nap in my room, slept so peacefully youโd think she was sent straight from heaven. Those deep naps that make you believe the rest of your day will be calm and productive.
My mistake was believing that.
I was in the living room relaxing, thinking madam was still snoring softly on my bed. My heart was at peace. My spirit was settled. My brain was resting. What I did not know was that the real story had already begun.
All this while I thought she was sleeping.
Kumbe madam aliamka akaanza kujipamba lol.
She woke up silently and tiptoed like a professional ninja. You would think this child was trained by an elite squad. She reached my dressing table and opened my makeup bag like she pays rent.
By the time I walked in, I felt my soul leave my body.
Foundation on the bedsheets.
Powder floating in the air like it was snowing inside the bedroom.
Mascara smeared across the mirror like ancient drawings.
My lipstickโฆ that lipstick I save for special occasionsโฆ smeared from her mouth to her forehead like she had fought two lions and won.
And the confidence.
The confidence could win awards.
She looked at me with a big smile, chest out, face glowing with chaos and pride and said,
โMama, Iโm pretty.โ
What do you even do at that point?
Laugh? Cry? Pray?
Because when your toddler believes she is doing the right thing, you cannot convince her otherwise.
And that is how my peaceful afternoon turned into a full episode of toddler glam gone wrong.
But wait, we are not done.
Next on Rabera Diariesโฆ
The day she tried to โcookโ for me using real eggs and a lot of imagination.
My heart is still recovering.
Stay tuned.
