In those days, I was in High School, a mixed school in Nairobi county where I had time with a few great people who still linger in my mind. I remember one time when I asked one girl, a student, what that one thing she wishes never happened in her life. In my amazement, she took my note-book and wrote the following short poetic story:
My heart cries him,
My tears have not yet dried down,
I can feel him in my heart,
But I can’t hold him,
Touch his hands,
Say I love you in whispers…
Gone from my life,
But still there in my heart..
So vivid is his image..
My true lost love.
I was touched by this piece that I remember a drop of fresh tear running down my scared cheek. Well, I did not have courage enough to ask who he was, how important he was and why she just could not let go.
Yep! I chose to inquire more about her love life, her family and everything that might bring out the reality in her life. He close friend told me that she is a reserved person who hardly share something personal with her friends. That was something! Then why me?
Another person who happened to be her neighbor said that he does not know much about her because they moved in from an unknown place and that the family is not that close to neighbors. Okay, that was a dead-end!
I happened to know her brother from a neighboring school. So, I just made a move for friendship before digging further into their life. There I found out that their father died some years ago but his death hit his sister more than anyone else. That was when I was face with the last ‘why’ that only her could give me the right answer.
It was then that I decided to go and start a conversation that lead me to posing that one big question. I was already ready for the consequences.
Her only answers was like,
You already know why, and I don’t have to explain things that are so obvious’
Well, I understood her perfectly well. But I could not connect the dots to see how that was possible…