#lostmother

Growing up beside my mother was the greatest gift of my childhood. Our bond was unbreakable; being away from her for long felt unnatural. While she died (in 2012) without knowing the reason for this strong bond, I tend to believe it was because I was her only son, and the last born. In early December 2007, I travelled to Homa Bay to visit my eldest sister. The journey was long – by road and…

An evening like this, I remember, she was out – she must be away looking for supper. When the coldness of the night covered me, and the fear surrounded my body – the loneliness that left me in a wild thought. In the world of no phones, maybe only the ones we could use to play snake games – I longed for such anyway. The radio was on, Ramogi FM playing a very touching Gospel song – at the onset…

Mommaeven in your self-contained casket-like-house, I still love you, Mommaeven if you have a blinded comeback, I’ll still recognize you, Mommaeven if you never smell the sweet aroma, you’ll still give me fresh air, Mommalisten, Mommait’s been long staying outside, Mommathe long rains have begun,your clothes never dry,because your house burst,and got flooded.to the wood that ferried youthe…