Sometimes dates are etched in ink in your mind. This is a short story..uhm short story or essay? Well rambling more like . So brief ramblings of one such date. Recently my car was totaled. Well, on January 28th. It was quite upsetting, truth be told. And it has pre occupied my mind In any…
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Three wishes
They come in threes don’t they? Those proverbial wishes from the proverbial genie in a bottle. Okay I know I just repeated the word proverbial in the same sentence 3 words apart. And compounded the blunder by doing it yet again. This is the proverbial train wreck of paragraphs. OMG, I did it again! Jeez,…
Little Did I know
Three years ago, my mother was living her last days but I didn’t know that. I had no clue. And her sudden death was and has been traumatizing.. I certainly thought I did. But little did I know that the last time I saw my mom had been the last. That..that hug at dawn on…
A Gentler Grief
There’s something about the sun shining this way through my Kitchen window while I cook that reminds me of mom. Mom loved to cook and she made the best dishes though I may be biased just a little😄 I miss you mom. Two years and seven months later it still surprises me that you are…
A Gentler Grief
There’s something about the sun shining this way through my Kitchen window while I cook that reminds me of mom. Mom loved to cook and she made the best dishes though I may be biased just a little😄 I miss you mom. Two years and seven months later it still surprises me that you are…
In grief and hope, maybe
Missing mom a lot today. Came across this poem titled How we Survive by Mark Rickerby while looking for something to mirror the devastation I am feeling today, have been feeling of late. And I did, there is no scarcity of that. The paragraph below hit me as I wanted it to and I cried…
Tea time
4 o’clock was a time for tea. It would go something like this “Mom, tukunywe chai?” “Ni saa ngapi?” “Saa kumi mom” “Basi, tumana maziwa, tupike chai.” Off someone would go, buy milk if there was none. Or just make tea. It’s tea time now. Wish mom was here to have tea. She so loved…
Seven months ago
So it’s been 7 months since we lost mom. It’s been particularly hard being here at home and not seeing mom, hearing her voice and laughter, sitting and chatting. Mom had the most hilarious stories that she’d tell over and over and just crack the hell up😅. I feel her absence acutely and miss her…
Authensible Musings: Piercing the mundane of everyday life 