She is as fanatically attached to the church as I am to football. Perversely, I also wanted to see the reactions, the whole shebang of emotions; from shock to disbelief and derision when the naming priest mouths the thunderously onomatopoeic Habahabakakakukukkkulus. And that of the bunch of churchified relatives, neighbours and friends, some who I suspect harbour dark suspicions that I must have slipped and fell in the bathroom as a kid, the way I carry on. I did defer to the woman, not because I'm not a chauvinist pig but because of the infant adonis involved. I can imagine the burden of him living his life with a name that is pointless, apocryphal in its ugliness, pugilistic in its suggestions and jaw crunching in its uttering.
Elizabeth michael pole sana mdogo wangu,mimi sina uwezo ila jamani mwenye uwezo baada ya kesi yake amchukue aende nje ya nchi walau apumzike jamani,hatujua anajutia kiasi gani maana anaweza fanya maamuzi magumu hasa akijichukia mwenyewe,wasamaria msaidieni lulu apumzike,namuonea huruma sana sasa hapo kichwani sijui anawaza nini,siajabu anajuta sanaa,mahakama imsamehe tu kwani wangapi wanafanya makosa?hata ikimbana kiasi gani uhai wa kanumba utarudi?lulu mama omba hata kimoyo moyo mungu atasikia sala zako,nasi tunakuombea,nakupenda sana lulu,single parent ni tatizo sana.