AMANI

AMANI

Every morning, before the sun rose high in the sky, little Amani would rush to the kitchen for his daily cup of milk. It was more than just a routine—it was a quiet moment of peace and promise. His grandmother, Mama Keza, always had it ready, warm and slightly sweetened with honey. “A strong day starts with a strong body,” he would say, handing Amani the cup with a smile.

A cup of milk for Amani

As Amani sipped, he listened to the gentle sounds of birds outside and the soft clinking of kitchen utensils. That simple white cup held more than milk—it carried love, tradition, and the strength of generations. Mama Keza had done the same as a child, back when milk was fetched fresh from their family cow, Gigi.

Even when Amani grew older and started school in the city, he never missed his morning milk. It reminded him of home and of the hands that first taught his kindness and discipline. One morning, after receiving a scholarship for her good grades, he raised his cup and smiled, whispering, “For you, Mama Keza.”

A daily cup of milk—it wasn’t grand, but it was powerful. In its warmth lived a story of care, strength, and quiet beginnings.

A cup of milk 

_ITANGISHAKA ALAIN PAULIN