While, like any normal person, I grief at the deaths of my friends and akuitances, the deaths of Achieng Abura - who I had never met but had connected with when she was at Tusker Fame - and Chris Tsuma, a long-time friend who worked as a sports journalist at the Nation, hit me bad. I just felt awful the whole week.
This morning, while going through some old files I found the funeral programme of Chiru, my ex who died three years ago in August of cardiac arrest. We buried her in Langata.
Now Chiru was the kind of girl who walked into a room and lit it up like she was made of Christmas lights. She taught me the world ‘tafash’ and though we had parted before she died, she always seemed so excited to see me on the streets. And - I hope I am not rude - she was a real tiger when it mattered.
The last time we met she hugged me like her life depended on it. I don’t know whether it was a premonition or not.
Today, I looked at her picture and tears just rolled down my face. She would have been 36 this year. I became all emotional.
I don’t know whether its because at the river I was taught that a real man must never be emotional, or that I fear that age is turning me all mushy inside, but I am conflicted.
Perhaps its a phase. Perhaps I am stressed. I don’t know.
My point? There’s no point. Sometimes there’s no need for any.
Ngombe wewe,wacha kusumbua Guka,Alizaliwa kabla Lichoti kupewa na Nasimiyu kwa maize plantation huko kimilili.You are a product of a maize plantation kama unga tu!!!
@Tiriitiondo, just ‘ignore’ the idiot the way I have. I cannot even see the shit he’s writing - I know its shit coz that’s all he writes. Pathetic fellow really. Somebody with really, really low esteem.
You try to fathom life…and you find yourself exactly where you started…not understanding it.
The best we can do is let life be…for after all, once our duty here on earth is done, we’ll not be able to add or subtract a second more.
So…just play your part and let life be.