Nakumbuka wewe
Do you remember them? Those that left. I still remember them. I hate to admit I have forgotten some names. But I remember something about them. My earliest memory was in primary school. She was my classmate's younger sister. I remember her. She lived down the road. She was my childhood best friend's "street daughter." I remember her. I remember him. He lived a street away from me. He was a nice person and always smiling. His older brother is friends with my folks, so I remember him. I remember his burial. I never met him, but I met one of his daughters. We were at NYSC camp together. Witnessing his burial humbled me. My brain could not process how he did not scream or push back when lowered to the ground. How could I ever forget her? She was my indomie eating partner. She was the coolest grandma ever! My grandma. She birthed my fave. She always tried to ensure I did not get home late after visiting her. Whatever you give her, she would always give some out. A