I saw her last night.
Yes I did, and I
couldn’t stop gazing at her; coz she was glowing.
And as it was always the
case; she grabbed and hugged me tightly and for some reasons I felt peaceful. Our long chat which apparently felt too short I clearly recall;
one which lasted for hours catching up after a really long period of time- close
to 3 years.
We laughed and giggled
in excitement as I narrated to her how daddy would unconsciously mention her
name amidst family gatherings, coffee tables and storytelling sessions and everybody
would be silent for a while like something was amiss. In a shaken way, he would
burble “I’m sorry, I meant……” and could go on and on apologizing for having
mentioned her name.
How mummy couldn’t stop
talking about her all day long and how my kid sister would cry every time she
remembered those fun moments with her in Kajiado, Naivasha etc. - she was an
excellent chef and we loved her home made food.
It’s now crystal clear
that times have changed without her around and we all miss her.L
I continued, “We crave
spending time with you auntie, your voice of calmness and tranquillity we
desire to hear.” My deep feelings were simply portraiture of everyone in the
family and all I kept thinking, “how can death be so cruel?”
As we continued chatting
she effortlessly exposed her dimpled smile and I loved it.
She looked happy, calm
and healthy and at least from what I saw; she was fulfilled and complete.
In wholeness, I was
free.
Certainly a cold breeze
massaged the sole of my left foot and I woke up only to find it was a dream. But
this one was uniquely placed, there was no forgetting.
The memories have always
been intact in the part of the mind that minds will never have the guts to
contemplate.
And like any other Christmas since she rested,
it’s now the third one and we will dearly miss her.
R.I.P Auntie.
Mwende.
Mwende.
