Mathree Mondays & Prayer Lists.

Monday morning. Counting every damn minute — not for a promotion or a miracle — just for this mathree to finally reach my stage.

If you know, you know.
That awkward sit-like-you’re-ready-to-jump position? Yeah, that one. Because with the way the seats are hanging by a thread and the fleas possibly hosting a conference under your thighs, you stay ready so you don't have to get ready.  

The conductor?
Red-eyed. Bruised lower lip. Smells like he's been wrestling his weekend. And yet, the audacity to demand fare like we’ll vanish through windows!

Midway through, the driver hears there’s a police crackdown ahead. Man mumbles something in mother tongue. I don’t blame him. That mathree couldn’t survive a body inspection.

We alight.
A mess.
Trying to get my change back from a half-drunk conductor feels like asking Pharaoh for a quick release from Egypt. The insults! I give up. Write it off. I choose peace.

But wait.
Didn’t I promise myself a good Monday?

I remember yesterday.
Told my daughter to write ten things she was grateful for-school’s closed, term two is done, and we were celebrating.

Oh, the number of times she mentioned me.
Knowing I’m a constant prayer in her heart… that alone is enough to armor me through any hell ride.

Then her tenth item?
"Thankful for good friends for mom." 
I laughed and shed a tear, thinking of my meme-lord girlfriend who once posted:
“Nikiwaambia muniombee, huwa mnaniombea kweli?”
We had such a laugh. Because it’s a thing, people say it, but do they really?

Clearly, my daughter sees and hears me talking about these friends. She’s picked them up for her prayer journal. And the truth is, I do have amazing friends. The kind that anchor you silently.

She also wrote she was thankful her injured foot wasn’t a big deal.
If only she knew the sight of her walking in, blood gushing, nearly stopped my heart.
Medical review was yesterday and she’s healing well. Another one in two days, but we thank God for this steady healing journey.

Then came the rescue mathree.
Comfy seats? Check.
Gospel music in the background? Check.
Almost felt like a mini-deliverance.

Now I’m at the office.
Migraine? Still there.
Painkiller? Swallowed.
Coffee? Brewing.
Hope? Rising.

Also, anyone know what to do when LinkedIn decides to restrict your account for no good reason?
Yeah, that’s another Monday story.

But for now, I choose gratitude.
For my daughter’s heart.
For healing.
For friends that make her list.
For the ride that eventually came through.

Some Mondays begin with madness. But end with gratitude. And that’s more than enough.