By Julius Jumah
“My son, however skinny and bonny you might look, I am glad
you honoured my sudden call and treated it with the urgency required. I may not
well be aware of your situation in the city but I can see that at least,
without my support, you can afford a Kshs. 50 second-hand shirt.
Well, you may
not have had the guts to come with my purported daughter-in-law, but that
should not worry you. I shall set my eyes on her in heaven. Hopefully, she is
not from that tribe that poisoned your flamboyant uncle, Mpoki. I am not saying
you chase her if her ancestors are from that tribe. No. Not at all. All I am
saying is that, be careful with her if it already happened.
Look here Kabaa. I leave all the family property in your
hands- the ¼ acre piece of land on which this grass-thatched hut of ours rests,
two coconut stems, one bare-necked chicken among others. Do not bother much
about me, I am a past case. I have had to undergo a lot to raise you on this
piece of land. Ever since your father left for Somalia to cover the whole story
surrounding the overthrowing of the government, I have net set my eyes on him.
The government did nothing to bring his body back home. I was a widow at only
32. He was a good man; a loving husband and a caring dad- hope his soul rests
in eternal peace. A clear-cut of my his brothers, my brothers-in-law and your
uncles, who have been monsters. That is why you have not met any of them here.
I have kept this from you for quite some time, but it is time to tell you. You have a step-sister by the name Halati. She lives in........in....in....."
"Mum! Mum! Mum!" I shouted. She was no more. Those were her last words.
#To be continued.
#Merry Xmas
#Happy New Year
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