WAYNING WITH THE ANGELS

The 9^th of August is one of those days I’d wish wasn’t part of the calendar. It’s a day of reflection, pain, sorrow, and most of all regret. Well, time and tide waits for no man, and as sure as the wise men were, it waited for none of us. The other man in question, a 22 year old “light skin” luhya (as many would jokingly put it), now the late. This time round, he was not late for evening preps so that I could print his name down among the latecomers, no not all. He was not even late for meals or late to join in at party, no. for the first and only time on that fateful day, he became late in life, and worst of all he did not come out of it alive despite the struggles to be on time, he was unable, his angels had knocked for 22 good years and now it was their time to dine and shine with their very own.

Confidently so, I’d say he was the extroverted type. A man who would mingle and jingle with literally anyone regardless of social class and background. His personality was sure one to dine with the Muraya’s at night and still get up and play hide and seek deep in the dark alleys of Kibera with the less privilaged. Best of all, he was a lover of the bottle, and occasionally made peace with his ancestors as he ensured they had a taste of the fine whiskey in hand. I remember one time he burst into my room almost balancing on his toes and almost simultaneously, he sent out a trajectory of smoke signals just as a mere sign of in-depth relationship with Jah.

Well, I’d be lying if I said he was perfect, he sure had a downside, lots of them in fact. However, his flaws are beyond us for now and it’s upon the Almighty to meditate if he truly delivered on his journey as Wayne Makwata.