I went back home to see my people recently. A winding journey down memory lane. See that tree? That's where I used to daydream when herding my father's sheep & cow, Martha.
Martha died, but not before she birthed a beautiful little, cow. This is her posing for a snap.
That's where Absalom, the lead sheep, discovered an angry python and called for help. I killed the snake, and Absalom went back to eating. 2 hours later he was writhing in agony. He died in the evening. I had arrived too late. One of my saddest moments.
That's where I went to sit in the evenings. It used to be a full bench, time has eaten most of the wood away. It is at a railway station and has calming, flying birds in the evening. I realized many a serenity here.
That's where I played soccer... I was number 9 and 5...strange combination but I had pace, power & height. I was the captain when my big brother was not playing. He was better.
This railway track holds many a secret. It is here that I was first introduced to a woman's devotion. Evenings found us walking along it. Laughing, mostly just silent. When it's good, the stories flow. But when it's best, you need no words. We needed no words.
These are ducks... That's Atula and her husband. They go everywhere together. We tried to get Atula another mate, but she wouldn't have it. So we ate the new mate, and left Atula to her old husband.
That's where we had our first picnic. I had a red Maasai shuka. We sat on it and counted cars. A lifetime ago. I was going to get us a big car. To own the world.
That's where my mother keeps dried fish...a real cat stopper. Sometimes, she'll have dried beef in there. She calls it Aliya.
That's my old man's motorcycle. It is about 3 & a half years old. It goes to bed clean & wakes up clean. When you value something, you look after it.
That's my mom's little farm... She tends to it painstakingly. It has beans, kunde, Irish potatoes, & sweet potatoes. She also keeps vegetable called mitoo that tastes angry. You are better off sprinkling milk on it.
That's my shoe and flip-flops... There is no context to them. I just thought they looked good sitting together like that, despite their glaring differences. Black or red, we are all one.