Tribute to grandpa…
You remind me of me, my siblings, my father, my uncles and aunt… all called by your name.
I see you in me, me in you. The blunt honesty, straight from the heart, aimed not to destroy but to build. You were not perfect, but you did a perfect job in the generations you birthed. We are all proud to be called by your name. In all the grandchildren you left, each one can see themselves in you, especially your sense of humour and family. Family was important to you. First priority and enforced it by literally throwing out a man who dared insult this principle out of your house.
We all have different memories of you. My most vivid was you hitting me with a hair brush that lay on the dining table that occupied the small sitting room before you got sofas. I remember staring up at the light through the clear corrugated sheet amid the iron sheets that roofed the house trying not to cry. I remember finishing the food fast, and having the knowledge that I was truly wrong for not finishing my food. It reminded me of mum. She punished me when I was wrong. And because she loved me, and love me you did.
I can also remember you calling my brother a fag for having long relaxed hair during his teenage years. You made countless ‘rude’ remarks that left the rest of us saying ‘wah’ over and over again in disbelief. Simply hilarious! Kind of like Mama Kiki… I see a lot of you in her.
It is from you we learnt honesty, and humour. That my cousins and I can sit together, make jokes and have a great laugh.
Life happens, but I pray that we never lose sight of each other.
I wish I saw you more, I wish I wasn’t too caught up in my life and hormones (sigh) to get to know you. But now, I am glad that every Christmas since I was born, I got to see you.
Here, I can only speak of what I know, but given half the chance, everyone would speak good things about you. Not because you have gone to be with Christ that they seek to be polite, but because of the man you were. We are proud to be of your lineage.
We are proud to be Kamiros.
Forever you live on.
Love you and miss you.
PS: Giathenge ni form.