The sendoff

Samson’s burial was attended by all and sundry. He was clearly a people’s guy. The function was coordinated and orderly. V was used to her kind of burial where family members argued about everything to the last minute. Where drunkards created chaos at burials especially at night. Where people not related to the dead attended burials for food and not necessarily for the bereaved. V was amazed by the spirit of brotherhood in Samson’s burial. Maybe Sam wouldn’t feel so lonely after burying his brother. There would be people there for him. The cousins were so close it was admirable.

Samson was given a beautiful sendoff. V didn’t understand a word of what was said at the function but she had a sense it was beautiful. There were no late mourners slash attention seekers who arrived with dramatic wails in the middle of the service. The people were settled on time. There was some mourning though; a group of church women arrived on the d-day with some crying. At that time she was seated next to Sam in Alex’s car. She watched him fight it. He was devastated she could tell. He was summoned later to sit next to family, his three sisters, Samson’s widow and three daughters as well as other members of the extended family, during the service. V’s friends sat in the cars up until the time the body was to be lowered.

The burial was emotional. The elder daughters to the late broke down at the knowledge that this was the last they were seeing of their father, dead or alive. V started to tear up. She wasn’t sure what to do with that. She stood at a distance and listened to their wails and sobs helplessly. Sam too had tears. He rubbed his eyes in a bid to keep them at bay, he was that kind of guy. The widow too broke down. It was even sadder because she was still nursing their last born daughter of 7 months. She and Angela retreated and sat in one of the tents while the guys stood at different place from where they had all viewed the lowering. They regrouped later to tease each other after Sam introduced them all to his family. It was the first time he’d gotten any time for this.

They all sat in a circle, all fourteen of them, teasing and dissing each other. They chatted for a long time. They got mad at each other, they laughed, they talked about school, they laughed. Sometimes inappropriately loud and sometimes just loud enough. They mocked each other. They told jokes, some of which got others angry. They did what any normal friends would do while hanging out. They recounted their journey; how they had been served a crow at some point while hoping for chicken. It was fun. Sam was absent though. He was wrapping up the day’s activities, bidding farewell to those that were leaving, pretending to be interested in their pep talk. Well, maybe he actually was, but V assumed he was pretending because it was only polite and that was what she would do in his place. She hated pep talk and she imagined he did too.

When Sam finally joined them, they talked about how much they intended to stay friends. They reminded Sam that they would be there for him. They talked some more before they broke and snacked. It was late, time for goodbyes. The Nairobi-bound crew left. They had their travel plans laid down. V couldn’t travel home that late, she decided to stay. She would leave the next day first thing in the morning.

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Published by: andefwa

I say it as it is. I get into trouble a lot for this reason. but then again, am an artist. And that's just how it is in our world. I have trouble with expressing myself at times. so I find it easier to let it out in third, or fourth person hihi. that in itself is a secret i just said right there. so keep it that way,will you? :-P ;-)

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