CLARA Its 9pm na manurse washamaliza round ya usiku ya kutupatia dawa na kudungwa sindano. Ive gotten my discharge and this is my last night in the ward. Am seated on my bed,feeling way better although not yet fully recovered and having to still be under medication at home. Mzee Maina is also seated on his bed next to mine.He has the same condition and due to his advanced age,he has to remain in hospital for sometime until he stabilises. Hes a cheerful character and his grey beard and hair makes him look like a wise mzee,which he is given the life lessons hes been telling me through his witty tales. Unaenda nyumbani kesho. Ukienda usisahau kutuombea sisi wenye tumebaki huku. Utuombee na imani kama vile niliona ukiomba siku ile walikutoa damu kwenda kupima heheheeee. Sijawahi ona imani kama hiyo.!!!. I laugh as i remember the nerve wrecking wait for the test result.Kumbe mzee alinotice tension?. Mzee share with me an event in your life that left a permanent mark.. He props up his pillows and lies back,hands folded behind his head staring at the ceiling. When i was 24,just been employed as a civil servant,i met this girl. She wasnt a standout beauty but there was something about her that caught my fancy. We became friends and later lovers. We danced to Harry Belafonte and Kamaru. I took a trip on a sailing ship and when i reached Jamaica,i made a stopi interrupt him by singing Belafontes Jamaican Farewell. He sits up,hi fives me and chuckles weakly as he coughs and catches his breath.You know too much,young man. Anyway we had a fantastic time and i was genuinely happy and marriage was a foregone conclusion. Then after being together eight months,i went to pick her up from her place and found an empty house. I asked around and nobody knew where shed gone. Just like that,My Clara left. Just like that. She went away and left me. Mzees voice breaks and i look away,surprised that of all the things he has seen in his seven decades this still affects him. Not a single day passes without me thinking of Clara. I have a loving wife and children and ive had a good life. But sometimes i sit outside my door hoping to see her walk through the gate. I sometimes look at the ward door here as visitors enter and hope that just maybe my Clara will walk through these doors. I ll never understand why she went away,and thats one mystery id like to solve before i die. And i singUnajua mwenzangu karibuni utatoka hospitalini,utokapo tafadhali,fika mjini umtafute mpaka umuonee mchumba wangu Clara,mchumba wangu Clara.......
Posted on: Mon, 29 Dec 2014 15:05:07 +0000
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