Last night I dreamt about you. It was a very wide dream with most of my aunts, my high-school mates, my campus mate and you. I don't know how that came to be but it was a lovely dream simply because you were alive, once more.
It was an ordinary working day, at our Kapkei village. We were from the farm and as usual it was time to feed. My aunts had prepared enough food for a few of me and my classmates. I then remembered that I'm supposed to pick some chapati & cooked bananas from a friend. I decided to ditch the boys. But I still needed something to carry the food. I needed a tin. You had a tin. You were alive, once more.
You were always a good neighbor. A hardworking one I must say. You struggled with being a single mother and did everything to try and provide for your family: Chela, Kim, Kiprop and Cheru. It was a heavy task. I don't know but it looks like a heavy task. Most single mothers can agree to that. But in my dream you were happy. They had all been taken care of. You were alive, once more.
Before lending me your tin, you had to tell me a story. That was the condition. As usual I was impatient because of the hunger but I still listened to you. We laughed and laughed till I forgot about my hunger. You were really happy. You were really joyful. I can still remember your smile when you came to our home. It was glowing. You were alive, once more.
I can't thank you enough for the times my siblings and I ate at your place. From the ugali, rice, chapatis, juice, soda, mboga kienyeji, mursik and even the mkarango we enjoyed when we were still kids. We can't thank you enough for the many times you were there for us as your neighbors. They were various instances. So many that I can't even count. You were always there for us as we grew up. I wish you were still with us. I wish you were alive, once more.
This is dedicated to my late neighbor, Rachel Sanga. We still love you. REST IN PEACE Mama Kim.
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