Today is 11th September.
You might be wondering of what significance is a day like this. Isn’t it just another day, a Monday and the blues are hunting down everyone?
Not so for me.
On this day, about 3 decades plus some years on top of them, a woman was born. That woman is none other than the woman I call my mother. Yeah
She called yesternight. No, her brother did. She said he had gone to visit her. That’s a good thing, at least the family isn’t falling apart and the members are keeping in touch. Today marks the 8th month I haven’t had a glimpse of her. I promised to go see her over the weekend though(this weekend). If other plans don’t emerge. Besides, nothing is promised.
When my uncle called, I was taken aback. I thought he was calling to check up on me and do the usual booking of hanging out which he never fulfills. I could meet him in the streets and not know how he looks like. I can’t remember the last time I saw him. I might have been two years old or lesser. And I can’t reminisce all those years back. If I have ever met him at all, I don’t have the knowledge.
From the moment she said ‘hello’ I got worked up. She was drunk again. I didn’t expect any different but a girl can hope.
Macha alikam akanibuyia kamnyweso..
That is what she would say, there was no way she would refuse a drink from her dear brother. As a bonus, it was her pre-birth date. You can’t say no to drinks at a such a ripe moment, can you?
For the brief moment that I lost it, I could picture her holding her glass, smiling as she does when she is in that state. Her left cheek dimple showing, not a care in the world.
I love you so much, she said. I love you too, I replied. I’m not sure of those words but if they were to make the conversation end any faster then I would say them over and over as if rehearsing some poetry I was to perform. I was feeling awkward. If I was anything of a good daughter, I shouldn’t have.
On and on, she asked if we had resumed school. The liquor was clearly failing her memory or it was making her a repetition machine. Then out of her came words I hadn’t expected to hear. Out of a drunk mother especially but maybe religion was what she was envisioning yesternight.
Mungu akubariki sana.
I was confused. How could she think of God while she was in a bar? I didn’t even have to ask as the noise in the background said it all. My reply was even stranger. I said “okay” and I’m not an atheist. We are probably both pretentious on the matter of religion.
Like mother like daughter, isn’t it so?
She is turning one year older today. I have only remembered because she shares a birthday date with a former deskmate of mine in highschool (HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAGDA!) I made a mental note to always celebrate the two of them together. Otherwise, there would be nothing..
I can’t with her many more years ahead. I don’t know how long she has to live. With the stuff she takes in to her body, I can deduce it can’t be too long. Maybe she’ll get to attend my wedding, if I invite her at all as there sure won’t be any alcohol to seal the deal. That is no way to celebrate, I don’t want to disappoint her.
I’m not sure what she would be doing to crown this day as another year to her calendar, but if involves chugging, Cheers mama!
Ps:I don’t have a photo of her to show but I can assure you she is a picture of health..Isn’t that how you appear when liquor and ciggies are your diet?