HOLDING THE REINS
The time they reached the hospital, Grandpa was as cold and still. Dad could not believe it. Grandpa was dead. The night shift doctors were heartless. They refused to have grandpa laid at the morgue, He was to be taken back home, the morgue attendants were not around they argued. They had no choice but to ferry him back home. How weird. The night was so dark. Cold and mean, the night seemed sorrowful too.
The screams and cries attracted a crowd. Many wondered what the issue was. Their esteemed neighbor was healthy all day, how comes by evening things change this quick. Some termed it as God's will. Some questioned the food he had eaten at the party that afternoon but none could not relate this with grandpa's sudden demise. Mom was stuck in awe. That morning, Grandpa had passed by her house. He had commented that mom was good and that soon she was going to be at comfort with nursing me and brother Moses. He asked for our names and was not happy. He requested that I be renamed to Daniel while my sibling be renamed to Moses; names we've accustomed ourselves to till the present.
Grandpa was buried without much drama. The fellow who had been paid to poison him showed up and confessed, he was forgiven that day. Promises were made, promises that the community will be with them all through that trying moment. Blunt were the promises though, Only God kept His promise. The late Grandma was left with the responsibility of taking care of about 10 stomachs. A responsibility she embraced with determination, being a widow a that time was something quite intimidating. You were vulnerable to the mean and land greedy in-laws. She however managed to secure the land till her death.
Seeing that there was none to air her discomforts to, Mum decided she will go back to her parents. She wasn't wild after all, she had a home. Dad was at Eldoret working of course. The wife was supposed to stay at home and take care of the children.
On this particular day, mom woke up early, cleaned the house, washed myself and Moses and left for Bungoma Kamkuywa. Aunt Nekesa was with her of course. Mum left us behind because she never came with us when she left he paternal home a year earlier. She was too young for what she was going through.
When the duel reached Kitale CBD, they immediately headed to the bus stop. But alas! Mum noticed someone resembling dad, this she told aunt Nekesa. " Watu hufanana", she replied (people resemble each other). But mum was sure of what she saw. When they came closer, it was dad. He had a plaster on one of his legs, a bandage on one hand and a bloodstained bandage on his head. Run!
The time they reached the hospital, Grandpa was as cold and still. Dad could not believe it. Grandpa was dead. The night shift doctors were heartless. They refused to have grandpa laid at the morgue, He was to be taken back home, the morgue attendants were not around they argued. They had no choice but to ferry him back home. How weird. The night was so dark. Cold and mean, the night seemed sorrowful too.
The screams and cries attracted a crowd. Many wondered what the issue was. Their esteemed neighbor was healthy all day, how comes by evening things change this quick. Some termed it as God's will. Some questioned the food he had eaten at the party that afternoon but none could not relate this with grandpa's sudden demise. Mom was stuck in awe. That morning, Grandpa had passed by her house. He had commented that mom was good and that soon she was going to be at comfort with nursing me and brother Moses. He asked for our names and was not happy. He requested that I be renamed to Daniel while my sibling be renamed to Moses; names we've accustomed ourselves to till the present.
Grandpa was buried without much drama. The fellow who had been paid to poison him showed up and confessed, he was forgiven that day. Promises were made, promises that the community will be with them all through that trying moment. Blunt were the promises though, Only God kept His promise. The late Grandma was left with the responsibility of taking care of about 10 stomachs. A responsibility she embraced with determination, being a widow a that time was something quite intimidating. You were vulnerable to the mean and land greedy in-laws. She however managed to secure the land till her death.
Seeing that there was none to air her discomforts to, Mum decided she will go back to her parents. She wasn't wild after all, she had a home. Dad was at Eldoret working of course. The wife was supposed to stay at home and take care of the children.
On this particular day, mom woke up early, cleaned the house, washed myself and Moses and left for Bungoma Kamkuywa. Aunt Nekesa was with her of course. Mum left us behind because she never came with us when she left he paternal home a year earlier. She was too young for what she was going through.
When the duel reached Kitale CBD, they immediately headed to the bus stop. But alas! Mum noticed someone resembling dad, this she told aunt Nekesa. " Watu hufanana", she replied (people resemble each other). But mum was sure of what she saw. When they came closer, it was dad. He had a plaster on one of his legs, a bandage on one hand and a bloodstained bandage on his head. Run!
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