Fools day ? Who is fooling who ? I almost fell for one this morning, thanks to Dave . A very cheeky friend of mine am really contemplating putting on OLX for sale . April is here . This year seems to be on a sprint . I anticipate a tight schedule so less writing . But am working on lots of things and mini posts will come as frequent as possible . This post is dedicated to my bro. It will be one year (3/4/2015) since he passed on . Since last week , i have largely spent my day dreaming hours reminiscing the good times we had . A good thing that memories brought me happiness though i would have loved much more recent memories . below is something I drafted while in the moment
3rd April will mark exactly one year since my little brother, Desmond Mulindi breathed his last . Quite an energetic chap, 2nd year at Egerton university who has a passion for children and farming .He told us that he was into deejaying too, though I had never witnessed this. He was a sly young man, who never took things so seriously. He loved fast life, fine things and his women. Yea, my bro had a thing for women. Unlike my siz and I who could go for more than a day without speaking to mum after an argument , my bro would make my mum laugh just a few minutes after a heated disagreement . It’s funny how back in the village, quite a number of young women and girls confided in him . As we approach the first anniversary, I had myself thinking of somethings/habits from him that I wish I had
- A big heart. My bro loved many. He always had an extra space to accommodate
- Live today as if it was the last .My bro lived each day wholly.
- Forgive .Dessy is one person in our family who did not know how to keep a grudge .
- At 19 years, my bro treated my sister and me not just as siblings but as elder siblings. You could send him on silly errands and he would still go
- Cook and relish the meal. He had one big appetite that always made cooking fun. I know he was of the few men who would cook pancakes, chapatti and sauté veggies
I still miss his smell in my t-shirts and shorts (we faithfully shared) .Laughing over silly texts from his girlfriends. I miss his trademark footsteps when he returned home in the evening.
I miss his hugs .I guess only the two of us were born huggers in the family.
I miss him begging me to cook chapatis as he helped and kept me company. I miss us taking leftover food for breakfast coz tea was too mainstream. I miss us doing the menial jobs, from fixing beds, to dirty shamba work to doing mega laundry. I miss us hating on books and making fun of my siz being a bookworm. I miss us confusing everyone on phone, even Mum (until he broke his voice) . I miss waking him up in the morning especially on Sundays .I miss us sharing caps and hoods. I miss him being proud of me and protecting me when it should be the other way round.
I miss him telling me it was okay when things hit rock bottom. I miss our trademark laughter which our neighbors used, to tell when we were around.
I miss you bro. I miss you so much that it hurts. Though I know you are in a better place, I still imagine that you would be clearing uni next year. How your life would have been. What kind of a man you would have been. I look around and wish you were here. I wish I told you more times how much I loved you, more times than you told me.
This Easter, I pray that I will find peace to accept that you are no more. To know that you are at peace too whenever you are.
1 year on; I thank God for the 19 yrs 11 months we shared (May 1994-April 2014)