Rambanya, when did the gap between your two front teeth get so wide?
Your neck…It used to be longer. Longer than that palm tree you told me you liked to climb when you were thirteen.
Ati you don’t like milk that much anymore?
Heee! Mummy! Remember when you would let me do matutas on your hair and I would freak out about those three silver strands? Why were you growing old? I wanted to pull them out, but you stopped me. Uproot one, and three would grow back in its place, you said. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, twenty…I can’t count them all. Wow, mother. Why did you let them near your strands?
Around your eyes…Are those wrinkl…No. I won’t say it.
Grace is not just the middle name you don’t use, it is the way you seem to be aging, gracefully.
You have changed a lot Min Okiso. Right before my eyes.
Where have I been?
I have missed so much.
This your unveiling is the most important event I have attended in the recent past.
I thought, no…knew, yours to be the purest, most perfect soul. Who would have thought that it would further evolve to achieve even greater perfection?
I am in awe, Da Skylar gi Don.
It is richer. It radiates and smells of a refreshing newness. You know, like deep fried omena after a long fast.
I feel it in your hugs. They are tighter.
I taste it in your chapatis. They have always been the best, but now, there are layers and layers of tenderness. A heartfelt nostalgia of chapati Sundays.
I see it in your eyes. The way they light up when you talk about your grandchildren and your home back in the village. You want to live. Live longer. Better.
I hear it in your voice. Well, apart from your commentaries during the Naija movies 😂 It is in the way you laugh. The brief playful giggles too. Once upon a time, there was this little girl called Carren…
Carren. What a beautiful name.
Can you smell that mum? No, not what The Rock is cooking! (I see you rolling your eyes! Stop it!) There is love in the air. What does love smell like? I guess one will know when the aroma passes your nose. Perception.
There is an unfolding. A process of rediscovering the love of self. A relearning. I truly admire your glow! See your glow!
I am following for myself.
You will not lose me this time around ma.
I see you. Every bit.
God bless you.
When did you last see your mother? Not for what she was, but who she is and becoming?
Rambanya- The Dholuo word for Diastema.
Da- Short for Dani, grandmother.