In my last post, sometime in June, I mentioned a possibility of narrative change. Oh yes! and change did it. The worries, pains, shocks of yesterday didn’t melt away *I doubt they will, any time soon* but the burden has gotten lighter, significantly lighter. Although they’re events that catapult me back to that dreadful December morning. Like seeing my dad cry. Da** that’s terrible. Seeing him choke and eventually succumb is not the worst part, its the helplessness I feel. I have strength, a solid block of inner strength and in moments like these, I want to give all of it to this man who most of my life revolves around. I’ll revisit this another day…today is about my changed narrative.
Have you ever said silent goodbyes? The kind that you really don’t want to, not because they’re difficult, or the parting is so emotional *I suffer from emotion deficiency* but because you really don’t know what tomorrow holds, yet you have somehow convinced yourself to plunge into that bleakness and uncertainty and you are worried that loud goodbyes might haunt you if you ever have to retrace those steps. Even if we don’t burn bridges, I don’t want to have to walk a path I have boldly and riskily bade goodbye.
So, that time finally came.The curtain falling to mark the close of over a quarter of my life. Time came to say goodbye to those lovely and at times not so lovely 13 years of my life in a foreign land. A land that had become my second home. Literally. What was I coming home to? Most certainly my family – my nuclear family. A lot has taught me how this unit is the single most important thing after my own coming soon family (No, am not pregnant)…….
I digress, it’s raining violently outside and my ride is here so, this post has to prematurely end here…..
karanjawambui 
