This year has gone too damn far because Chadwick Boseman? Really? But do you know who else is really trying it? Some human being (but wait it could be a robot) on Facebook. So, I’m in the toilet minding everyone’s business on twitter and I come across a tweet of a Facebook screenshot that read “anyone else see his death a distraction from the missing children found? RIP but what a coincidence.” Disgusting remarks such as these leave me wondering who allowed this level of myopic attitude on social media. Kind reminder that before you allow yourself to die you need to ascertain that everything in the world is in order, which is impossible, otherwise we might come up with superstitious remarks . If I die and someone makes a foolish remark such as that one, please keep my energy and check them for me. Remind them that they are very foolish. In fact, tell them that we refuse to have Homo habilis brains haboured in Homo sapiens bodies!
Anyway, the reason why we are gathered here today ladies and gentlemen is to be reminded of how important it is to honour our purpose here on earth. This purpose thing, how do you discover it? I honestly don’t think you do. I don’t think anyone has quite the full picture about what their purpose here on earth is, I stand corrected. Here’s what you do though, you know that thing that sets your soul on fire? Pursue it even when it makes no sense! Take breaks whenever you feel exhausted but don’t give up on it. I know for a fact that God doesn’t put a dream in your heart for it to be just that, a dream.
Chadwick’s death had me introspecting on my writing journey. The number of times I have gotten, “wow! This changed my perspective on something.” or “I needed to hear this,” from my writing are numerous. The friends I have made from this space (some I’ve never met) are quite many. The random messages asking what happened to the blog during these five months I’ve been MIA reminded me that this is something I love doing and that people actually care about my work. Listen, if it has some sort of impact, even just to one person, you are doing great baby. Don’t stop! Please listen to your heart, it always has the answers you might be looking for. The Universe will always guide you.
Lastly, to all the cancer warriors (both alive and dead) I stun at how resilient you are. I lost one of my favourite human beings to cancer on the twelfth of September, 2016. To date, I have never understood how he gave us strength and hope even on the gloomiest of days. I’ll never ever forget this day he was seeing me off with his ‘three’ legs as he used to call them. By this time his leg had been amputated as he had sarcoma cancer of the leg and he moved by the help of crutches. He’d just come back home after the second last round of chemo. I asked him if he was afraid of losing the battle and he said to me, “I’m not afraid of death. I have lived my life to the fullest. I am not afraid.” Yeah, you guessed right that was followed by me trying to give him reasons as to why he had no right to die on us, the people who loved him. Okay, I admit I cried a bit (throw all the gangster points out of the window) hoping that the next tears I’d shed would be those of joy after he’d been declared cancer free. Less than a month later, he died but he won the battle. Archie never ever let cancer define or limit him. I had the best six months of my life with him. From random Kijabe road trips in pursuit of a prosthesis to the most intense sit down conversations. Archie, I still randomly laugh at your jokes. If you’ve followed the blog for a while then you’d know that cancer deaths tend to have an intense effect on me. I have talked about Joyce Laboso, Bob Collymore, Ken Okoth and now Chadwick’s deaths on this platform. I realized that it’s okay to feel weighed down by the death of someone you don’t know for many reasons such as they inspired you in one way or another, their death triggers grief of a previous loss or like in my case, both. My heart goes out to everyone battling cancer, anyone with a loved one battling it or anyone who has been on that journey before. One day we shall defeat cancer.
I MISS YOU, A LOT.
SIDE NOTE: SHEILA WAS MY SENIOR BACK IN HIGH SCHOOL. WE DIDN’T INTERACT MUCH BUT THERE’S A CERTAIN WARMTH SHE HAS THAT ONE CAN’T MISS. SHE NEEDS OUR HELP. SHE NEEDS TO GO BACK TO HER FAMILY, FRIENDS AND BOYFRIEND. PLEASE HELP HER.