We buried a friend today. Somewhere in Othaya. Where you need to turn left off the C70 and drive until you can smell the Aberdares.
I couldn’t make it. Work. I asked another friend to say goodbye for me. I know. How does one say goodbye to the dead? Forgive me. It felt right to ask for that. And rituals are for the living no? I wanted to be there, despite my hatred for all things funeral.
Instead, I am somewhere dusty, writing this from a strange bed. Taking these few minutes to remember him. Instead, my mind takes detours. I have to run after it. Trying hard to catch it and just as I’m about to grab it, it runs off again. It only stops when it gets to a clearing where questions grow like weeds in a government office.
I wonder if he lived a full life. Does he have any regrets? Was it worth it, the struggle and pain.
If he had a chance to relive his life, would he do it differently? Perhaps, call his mother a little more often. Reply to that text a little faster. Maybe pick up that work call, a little slower. Is there someone missing him? And is he missing someone? Does God exist? Is he somewhere looking down at us, one eye on the timer, waiting for the sand to run through? Looking forward to meeting me. So much that he keeps asking Gabriel, “huyu anakuja lini?” Gabriel pissed, has to keep telling God to wait.
Maybe Bonnie is in fact right now seated at a table with Jesus. Blessing a 750ml bottle of vodka. The good kind. Opening it, pouring our good Lord 2 doubles. Our Lord swirls it around, gives it a quick whiff, and whispers “I shouldn’t be doing this.” Before he takes a sip, he raises it to Bonnie, glasses click and Jesus in his goodness whispers, “welcome home.” He drowns it, and our Lord grants him that thing we seek so deeply. Peace.
Rest easy Boniface Maingi. Si tuonane baadaye ama?
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Hello Guys,
We take a bit of a detour today, this is non-fiction. Help me pray for the family, friends and loved ones of a friend. They need it.
Hadithi Hadithi 
I will miss him so much yani. I only hop what they say that there’s life after death and that we will meet again,i hope it’s true. Because I badly want to meet him again maybe share more time with him than before
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Hey Jedy, someday this will happen. Keep the faith
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May the Good Lord shine his perpetual light upon him. May he rest in peace
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