The Milk

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Timina was milk:
 
She gave you the side you wanted to see. She could be yoghurt, ghee, sour milk, fresh, powdered or skimmed milk.
To her mother, Timina was a pleasant child except on few occasions when she took long at the market, despite her threatening her with saliva on her palm; if it dried by the time she returned, she would have stunted growth for the rest of her life.
To her friends, Timina was sharp-tongued, spewing venom at any provocation. She was fresh milk being heated and rose rapidly. She beat the boys in her clique and Truphena when she was in a foul mood.
 
To her Sunday school teacher, Timina was a meek child whose heart was pure and was after God’s own heart. She wanted to know Jesus more and loved him and cried when she learnt that he was crucified and stripped naked. Why would they kill the son of God? she asked, broken beyond words and the teacher responded, He had to die for our sins. And Timina said, I was not yet born. I did not commit any sin to kill Him. I need Him to know that I did not do anything wrong to send Him to Calvary.
 
To Lucy, Timina was that brave girl who asked her what is that you have applied on your eyes? And lips? Can you show me how to do that? When Lucy said no, she cried and asked her again every time she saw her. The answer was always no, but Timina did not relent.
 
To her class mates, Timina was shy and reserved, soft like milk powder, pleasant and warm. They loved her and voted for her to be their class prefect. She was peaceful and patient with them.
 
But milk in whichever form, has constants like lipids, like proteins, like lactose.
 
It was known that Timina loved flowers and sometimes kept them in her room but they dried up to her desperation. She planted flowers outside their house and watered them every morning and evening, but the chicken seemed to love flowers too and formed their territories there, rendering it impossible for the flowers to bloom. She loved beauty and as such, loved applying oil on her lips and her eyebrows and sometimes stole her sister’s loose powder and dabbed her face with it. She wanted to be beautiful like Lucy and that is why she loved hiding in the hedge that surrounded Lucy’s home and watched as she went about her duties gracefully and when she left her house all dressed and dolled up, Timina would walk behind her until she boarded a matatu to town. Lucy made Timina forget all her errands till she’d be beaten to pulp. All she wanted was to be Lucy when she grew up; beautiful and sophisticated.
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