I sit in a matatu

Heading home after a night of comfort

Comfort that followed a difficult week

You are missed Rojo.

Smile at the day ahead

Promise of smiles, laughs and memories of a great man

Log into Facebook, typical

Homepage.

Michelle K. Magoma

‘I’ve missed that beautiful lady’.

Something’s wrong.

That’s not her update.

No.

No, Chichy, no. You can’t have.

Not now.

Not yet.

A tear wells in my eye.

I fake a yawn.

I look up.

Kange taps my shoulder

I give him what I owe him.

Look back down and go to your profile.

Look at the picture.

No, Chichy. No.

Fake another yawn.

Alight from the mat.

It’s a five minute zombie walk home.

Look towards the sky:

“I’m sure you’ll let me understand sometime.”

Home.

Cold shower.

No need to fake the yawns

Watch the tear-stained water wash down the drain

Dress up

One last look at myself in the mirror before I leave

She’s standing behind me

Her head resting on my shoulder

“I’ll miss you Chichy.”

She doesn’t respond;

Gently squeezes my shoulder

And walks away.

I look at myself.

Into myself.

‘You need to go out there man, you need to be strong.’

One last whisper, hoping she’ll hear:

“I miss you Chichy.”

© marcus olang