The earliest memory I have of then was staying home whilst you carted the older ones to the All African Games of '87. I was but two years old and now I understand commuting to the other end of town with a screaming rug-rat in you hands would have been a tall order even for you. I think I listened to it on the radio or watched it on the news but alas my young mind was probably indulged in more pressing issues.
On hitting standard one, I remember those monster walks that we would make to get to school early every morning while you hustled to get your work bus; when I think about it now, it was all of 4km every morning and evening. No way I could have pulled that off alone. Then finally when KWB rolled in and that commute became so much shorter.
Remember all those weekends spent in the garage as Mwangi and his crew tinkered with Wb's ageing engine in a bid to pull out a few more years from her? The highlight of those fatty-chips fuelled adventures was the road-test afterwards that always left a bit of a sad note in the system for the garage-weekend adventures were done. What of that family sports day when we did the father-son relay? Apparently, you could run; we almost won that one I think - it was crazy fun though.
Remember waking me up at night to watch World Cup '94? Those were brilliant times; all in secret, never telling the girls. WWF was especially awesome as was football made in Germany. What of those road trips to see cucu? In the back of Wb; teeming with the noise of family. Who can forget those? All those drives home tuned in to sundowner and loving every minute of it. Those were the days.
Working on the house in Matasia; sort of a semi-labourer I was - not strong enough to be a worker but astute enough to hang around and learn. Tree planting was way more fun then and you should see what it came to now. Then that bike; 12speed mountain bike for doing so well in KCPE. Easily the highlight of year then. How much fun times did I have with that bike? Only the good Lord would know.
High school was not devoid of these moments though; like making goalkeeper for the school team, flyhalf for the rugby team and that graduation day. The pride on your faces was inexplicable, as was it on results day. Always strove to make you proud and glad that I did when I did.
A cruel twist of fate led to this post; 8years ago today fate snatched you away. Feels just like yesterday we were making all these memories; 8years so long yet so short. I feel so many more chapters of our book were yet to be penned down. I have no knowledge of how but I shall attempt to keep it burning and somehow I know you'll help out whichever way you can as you always did.
Miss you.
Always.
On hitting standard one, I remember those monster walks that we would make to get to school early every morning while you hustled to get your work bus; when I think about it now, it was all of 4km every morning and evening. No way I could have pulled that off alone. Then finally when KWB rolled in and that commute became so much shorter.
Remember all those weekends spent in the garage as Mwangi and his crew tinkered with Wb's ageing engine in a bid to pull out a few more years from her? The highlight of those fatty-chips fuelled adventures was the road-test afterwards that always left a bit of a sad note in the system for the garage-weekend adventures were done. What of that family sports day when we did the father-son relay? Apparently, you could run; we almost won that one I think - it was crazy fun though.
Remember waking me up at night to watch World Cup '94? Those were brilliant times; all in secret, never telling the girls. WWF was especially awesome as was football made in Germany. What of those road trips to see cucu? In the back of Wb; teeming with the noise of family. Who can forget those? All those drives home tuned in to sundowner and loving every minute of it. Those were the days.
Working on the house in Matasia; sort of a semi-labourer I was - not strong enough to be a worker but astute enough to hang around and learn. Tree planting was way more fun then and you should see what it came to now. Then that bike; 12speed mountain bike for doing so well in KCPE. Easily the highlight of year then. How much fun times did I have with that bike? Only the good Lord would know.
High school was not devoid of these moments though; like making goalkeeper for the school team, flyhalf for the rugby team and that graduation day. The pride on your faces was inexplicable, as was it on results day. Always strove to make you proud and glad that I did when I did.
A cruel twist of fate led to this post; 8years ago today fate snatched you away. Feels just like yesterday we were making all these memories; 8years so long yet so short. I feel so many more chapters of our book were yet to be penned down. I have no knowledge of how but I shall attempt to keep it burning and somehow I know you'll help out whichever way you can as you always did.
Miss you.
Always.
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