I CALLED HIM PG. Many of his mornings on his way to recovery were of joyous and memorable experience. Nkosinathi, you are late for work today-let me take your bag. so each morning he would take my bag and escort me to board the bus.off-course he would not forget to say have a nice day. We grew up together...I remember during our primary days, granny bought us grey uniforms which made us the shine of the village at Chikweo in Machinga, He would take me to the lake and mum would fore-warn him never to allow me get into the waters-I would get a bit rude with him and jump in for a swim. He was a bit of a bully and a teaser but loving and kind.. Then we all grew, and relocated to Lilongwe. it never took long before the city nicknamed his Sibo for his smartness and milk-heart. his respect for elders was superb. He commanded great respect from neighbors and the community. Somehow town caught up with him and he was slowly losing it all. The last few years of his reform and rehabilitation have been a challenge to me and many of the family members. we did what we could to make sure he restores his great life. yes, the road was challenging as it led to the amputation of his arm. he had great people around him that despite his appearance, they would offer to feed and dress him. he was making great progress. I should admit that he never got the love we all wish for from his real mum- She hated him like she never gave birth to him. but God always works in mysterious ways that He provided thousands of mums around him. sadly, it has to end like this. we had our last conversation on Tuesday in my room. I am sure he knew I meant well for him and his response to my sadness over him was of repentance. The only thing i never did was that which was above my abilities and thinking and I am sure he always forgave me on that. I would not pretend to have been the best but somehow I tried to be and this is why he loved me. I was not happy with the way he looked and I wasnt very diplomatic to tell him to improve to what we wish of him. we did not meet on Wednesday and Thursday. I well miss everything about you bro...we will all take that way but I am sad that it has to end like this. to you who has murdered him with your car, you will never know peace..your conscience should speak to you each day and you will have trouble to succeed the rest of your life. you have killed my brother. Thinking of what you have gone through in your life, makes me say you rest in peace.
Posted on: Fri, 27 Jun 2014 02:30:55 +0000
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