The clouds were a light hint of grey and the sun extended its rays as papa and I sat in front of our hat watching the cows graze. It was days like this that I loved. We weren’t saying much but the silence seemed to say it all, so we sat, he with his bowl of porridge and I with my medicinal stick in my mouth.

Papa was no ordinary man, he was tall, strong and always seemed to have a smile on his face, the type of smile that would warm a cold heart.  There were no sounds around us, not even the heavy breathing of the cows that we were watching; it all felt like a silent movie that played between two souls who said it all. With a look of content, he stood.

Cleaning the dust off the shuka he had tied around his waist, he walked towards the sun. I looked at him as he turned, waved, smiled in my direction and said, “Make sure you take care of your Mother and Sister.” and walked away.

As I watched his figure fade into the horizon, a sense of warmth like never before over powered.

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

“Dee, dee, wake up!” I had the faint voice of my aunt calling me from my slumber.

“Yes, aunty, what is it? Are you okay?” I shook the sleep from my eyes as I tried to focus on my aunt’s dark demeanor in front of me.

She cleared her throat and with a shaky voice said to me, “ Dee, am ……so…..sniff…..sorry, but your father has passed away.”

I was only five I think, but that’s the only memory of Papa, a warm dream a few hour before he died, that has lived with me from my childhood.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s