If I birthed you today son, I would take you
outside so you can see your first sun set. I would stand back and let you be anything
you wanted in the world. If I birthed you today son, I would believe every
stupid dream you have and trust every little hunch you experience. I would hold
the ink-pot while you wrote the story of your life and wait outside your door
when you have your moments of tears. I would hug you every day and kiss you
every night. If I birthed you today son, I would stop my life just so yours gets
a chance to move along. I would take the machete and slash grass off your path
so you can walk better. I would hold the sky up so you could pass under the
clouds and walk to your destiny. If I birthed you today son I would let you
know of a million hungry paths you are yet to follow. I would let you know that
even when you walk with your head in the clouds you have to remember that your
feet are down on the ground. I would let you know that the truth sounds sweet
in your head but happens to be a bitter pill when given to most of the people.
I would let you know that everybody has a right to opinion, but not everybody’s
opinion is right. If I birthed you today son I would let you know that the bags
will seem heavy when you climb the mountains, how light though they shall feel
when you descend. If I birthed you today son, I would believe in you even if
the entire world quit on you. I would sing you in songs and write you in
poetry. I would paint you with my brush and draw you with my pencil. I would
push the sun away and make you the centre of my universe. I would play a song
son, one that would never end so when time takes me away you will keep dancing
on. I would be with you every step of the way, make memories with you, break
walls with you and build bridges beside you. If I birthed you today son, then I
would wipe tears off my eyes, knowing that a great father has just brought
forth an even greater son.
Chapter nine Let me tell you about something that happened to me during the past rainy season that still sends shivers down my spine up till today. It was during the short rain seasons where the water would form rivulets and roll down the lonely path to the shopping centre. It wasn’t really a big place, just a boring place with a shop they called ‘chamchi-tugul’ meaning love y’all in Kalenjin, a poshomill, a small barber shop where we always cried when our parents sent us to pay him a visit and a small house always under lock and key where we always peeped with a hope of discovering loads of money locked in, little did we know that it was the barber’s store room. The rainy season though never stopped us from playing our football games, shirtless of course. We played without our shirts, not because it was fun that way but just because some of us had only the one. We were two goals ahead, all credit to me for stopping the ball with my face twice though I almost went blind in one a...
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