We were all alone in these dark room with a candle lit at the corner. I was unsure of removing it or letting her remove it. These was my first time to face it and I was unsure of how it would end.
She was loosing her patience and from the other room delicious airborne particles wafted into our room. I knew the meal that awaited me was to die for. I was ready to die now or never. Who wouldn't die for things like these. However ,I confess I was eager but inside I was shaking like a leaf.
She moved closer to me like a lioness cornering a gazelle .My heart started beating,my legs which were ever strong and had recently run a mile and a half turned into jelly. I couldn't speak to resist her moves but only mumble incoherently.
I knew it was now or never,someday a man has to face his fears (I could hear those words from my father thundering in my eardrums).It was a done deal.
She grabbed me by my collar of my shirt and removed it. What followed my friend I can't even explain.
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She took the spirit and G.V and applied it on my shoulder wound as instructed by the doctor. I neither cried nor screamed,all I wanted was to join my family in enjoying our Christmas meal.
My mother looked at me and smiled, "we have to treat that wound you know, go and wash your hands". I dashed off to the dining hall.
It was Christmas in 1978,that year in August we had lost Mzee Jomo Kenyatta and I lost my fear.
My dad and mum are with the ancestors, how I will miss them these Christmas. When I tell a story to my kids these Christmas ,I know they will listen in and remember all those stories they told me when I was Young.
More so I hope they will see themselves here on earth inside these kids.
If your parent(s) are still with you these Christmas tell them a story.
Merry Christmas and happy holidays from myself, Luci Mumbe and our family.
From God to you and to me.
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