Today is the day I got the strength, 19 days later. Strength to open my heart and just pour out something, profound from the depths of my heart, my inner soul, the extreme part of my being......When I look into the clouds I see white smoke like forms moving, some still, some separating and I whisper in the silence Daddy is above, he is with God and the angels are singing halleluyah!! Daddy, I dont know how heavens look like but I know it is for real, at least the movie Heaven is for real made me even love it more. I want to believe you are in white robes and looking younger like those photos you took in the seventies in bellbottom trousers...but you know what I thank God in your last days God was everything to you. The last words you would mention after our conversation Nyagombe nyasaye ni koda, abiro chango nyathina I prayed for you over the phone severally, I fasted in weeks, I hid my face on my desk to hide my tears more than enough, but it was time for you to go to your heavenly father...You were a fighter to the core, you would even take your childrens bullet if it meant defending them and nothing would bring you down, awuoro tho! death overcame you because Gods time to take you was ripe... at 12:45am, my hubbys phone rings Mum calling and all I hear is mum crying saying nyathina daddy onge.(My cheeks just felt the warmth of my tears, but noo! I will not cry for you anymore because you are happy in heaven). I lost myself, I was helpless, I was blank, I was empty, I was crushed by something unknown, all I felt were the arms of someone holding me firmly as if to stop me from doing something...yes it was my husband, he whispered, honey take heart and keep cool I called my brother Muga George, he was off air, at last he called, but I heard my one strong and hard brother cry and not speak a word, the news had crushed him and hit him to the rock bottom. His look alike, his hero, someone he takes after in almost everything had departed the world, could not speak anymore, he had gone, gone never to be heard again, gone never to laugh with his kids again, gone never to see the sun rise in the horizon again, gone never to do his passion in photography Daddy had gone leaving broken hearts and tears.... George, just assured me, Big siz we will give daddy the best send off, God is with us...On that wednesday, the morgue attendant ushered us in only to find a body covered in a white linen sheet, as he opened slowly, I saw the body of a man who was a fighter lie in defeat of death. You were calm and we were assured your time had come and you were with peace. Daddy, our cousins Nicole Vera, Brenda Nyawade, Muga Tairero Mugah, Steve Dayan Ochieng, Fredrick Masai Magrega, Collette Masai Brendah, Songi Masai, Fridah Adhisle, Peter Mugah and all the rest, Our aunties and uncles; Stephen Ochieng, Nesh Akishe, Lilian Gollo, Our friends (cant mention all) sacrificed a lot to support us give you a great send off. The siren sound of the hearse, made me feel odd and there your body laid in a casket with golden handles engraved R.I.P.. Daddy, georgy wiped you with his handkerchief and I had no fear to open your casket and wipe the viewing area..Yes, I was brave. Our home was full to the brim, friends came and even long lost relatives came to bid you farewell. Today I am just happy and giving God all the glory that we laid you in a casket worth what we wanted for you. Your nephews; Tito, Franco etc were the pall bearers. As the lowering gear swiftly lowered your casket 6feet under, I said in my heart Go well, you have finished the race and we pushed the stems of the roses in that heap of soil... I have the best brother George, and my great siblings; Immaculate, Jenice Muga, Jamex Mugah, Genevieve, John, Gerald and Vicus.. Dont worry, be at peace I will take care of them and forever we will be the great and mighty MUGAs.....Nyis nyasaye ni wangeyo ni obiro ritowa kendo obiro lochonwa, wabiro lame nyaka chieng...In lamnwa mana kwe gi hera...Nind gi kwe okew kagilo.
Posted on: Fri, 05 Sep 2014 11:10:42 +0000
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