Today, actually last night
One person I know, someone who's helped my life. Someone who's an important cog to my life passed on.
At my age, these things are happening. So let's take a number.
We knew he was going for a few years, so that's not the story. Acceptance is a 7 step program.
However, and however and I hope the men here hear me.
First, I want to start with a disclaimer. This next part is fake. It's a mix of stories and I can assure you, you can't know where my mother lives with the coming story.
So some years ago.
Exhibit A fell in love with Exhibit B. Exhibit A was not rich. Far from it. Exhibit A was a generous guy. Loved his family to death. In fact, when he had money, he'd go to a shop and remove his clothes and get new ones. He'd not forget Person 1, person 2, person 3.
Exhibit A fell in love with a young gal who we shall call gashungwa. Gashungwa was great. Great for him, at least she used to feed him. Great for us, coz she bought me a bow tie.
Then came the Kikuyu task...It's actually now a task not a responsibilty....To take gashungwa to meet the family.
I was part of the family. Very excited....All went good. Until the last day...When we were taking a 2nk from Nyeri...
Exhibit A was told.
"Ndukarihe mumo guko rege"
For those short on Kikuyu like McReggea the jaruo...It means in Nyerian..."Don't bring another Kalenjin here, again"
And that was that.
He left the mumo. And he continued with his life. After all some buggers on this forum have the audacity to say, "you must respect your parents". What if your parents are racists uneducated fools? I'm just asking
So exhibit A went on to his life. With respect.
Unfortunately, every woman he met...Made him drink one more booze. One more viceroy...They were not Mumos...They were exactly what he was told was a "righteous" woman.
It wasn't true,but hey, parents are always right. You do know Hitler was a parent too. But that's a tycho issue.
For the past year, he's refused to talk to anyone in his family. And I mean anyone. Not brother, not sister, not anyone.
But he accepted his friends.
Before he passed he told me this.
There's nothing more liberating than knowing that someone you see around you is there, was there and has always been there.
For one year, he was in a hospital. He saw no one from his family. Refused everyone to enter to see him. Plainly said he does not want to see them.
Now he's gone.
The family has now chased everyone that used to talk to him. Like chased with cops.
After all.......
He had money...So we should expect that from "these pepo". Very sad indeed. But that's life. You can control your friends, but if your mother is an asshole, what do you do?
That's my Friday story so late. But it's a story. That has me thinking very hard about these people.
Thieves are not good people. Tumeelewana?