I just remembered when K was about 8 months old, I was also about 15years. I picked him from Block 3 to spend the morning with him (as I had DV8 errands in the afternoon)…we had such a great time, but I think I over fed him to sleep. Nonetheless, I felt very proud of being such a great aunt! Gently l climbed up my bed and put him down…It was a double decker. I didn’t want to put him on Mimi’s bed below because I knew certainly no one was going to believe my magic touch.
In the bedroom window catching up with Daphne Bagarukayo up in C8, Cuthbert Kamukama down in C4 and Susan Katamba in D5, all of them shouted, ‘HK, your brother!!’ Before I could close the window his trademark white and black truck had parked. He had warned me about this window-catching-up-business (Ngu one day I will fall over and break my tiny self…Bless him)
So anyway I was busted but I was confident. One-I was babysitting his son and two-you were around! I think you were not well; you had gone together to see your doctor, I was safe.
Baby K is here? You asked. Yes, in our bedroom! I put him to sleep, been with him the whole morning. Excitedly I reported. Eh, wasn’t he heavier than you? Chief joked as he went to check on him. Before, I could hand you water for your medicine, we heard this yell…I almost dropped the glass! Chief already was in my face, almost slapping me...Really shouting at me! Remember? All this because, I had put the baby to bed with shoes on…It was the angriest I had ever seen my brother! You stood up for me saying, how equally young I was and all… but I was crashed!
I really did not think about shoes, I was overwhelmed by the achievement of being a great aunt. Chief was my big brother, my father, my mentor, my pride, my love, my hero (how he would park his car on a road side and first man traffic jam…thank goodness he was self employed. Or how he supplied every section on our Block with dustbins-his rationale, instead of littering the stairs…and gave one of those street boys a job to empty these bins every Saturday morning and so many, many more…) he was my strength, my joy, if there was a way we would die for others, I would for Chief!
No way in God’s name would i have wanted to hurt Baby K. I was just a child indeed.
Sad we never got chance to talk about it.
…And baby K made 13yrs on 7th!! He has grown into a wonderful, kind, awesome guy who looks more like his dad every day... He is such a joy! He is our everyday pride. We still call him all those names; taata, baby cow, baby K. The other day, his friends were visiting and I wanted to borrow one of his gadgets, by mistake (at that time) I called him taata! Come I give it to you, it’s in my bedroom…i follow him as I enter, he closes the door and goes, Auntie I love that name sooo much but let’s not use it when I have friends over. I apologized.
Ahandi mureire muta? I know all is beautiful okwo. Naitwe turyaho…the Lord is wonderful to us. Thank you for your endless prayers Mamama. School is wonderful; I also bashed my exams…all glory to our Father. I am still believing God for my two outstanding prayer requests…Wazijjuka? I am faithfully waiting on Him. Kwonka yaba you nudge Him a bit??...I am so ready.
We love you all so much! We know you are all in a better place…keep praying for God’s favor and goodness to surround us… Miss you much my Meri... Muaaah! Till I write again…
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