Saturday, 16 May 2015

DEATH

I simply address you that way because you don't trigger any dearness in my mind. That is just what you are, death. I can only imagine what is going on in your mind, if you have any, which I doubt you do anyway. I can almost see you hiding somewhere, in a closet maybe, trying not to burst into laughter. I can see you do your premature victory dance all over the place. You think you have won, you think you have won. You almost fool everyone.

You see, you dressed down as a human. A male being to be specific. You subdivided your sorry self into three men, and had them do your dirty deed. Yes you enjoyed taking a life. Yes, you enjoyed pulling the trigger and watching his life fade out of him. I am sure you were thrilled with yourself. I am sure you almost wet your pants out of laughing yourself stupid. I am sure you are still savoring your victory.

You see, I look at the many hearts that have bled because of your name. The hearts that are still bleeding, mine included. Yes, that woman who still loves him even though gone. That woman who had to witness the whole incident. That child who does not understand why daddy is no longer calling to talk to him on the phone. Why daddy has not come home for two days in a row. That mother wondering why you had to visit her son in a manner so cruel. That sister, those nephews, those cousins, those aunties, those friends, those relatives.....and that granny who loved him with her life. The list of those hurting is endless. I personally do not know if I will heal, and if I do, that scar is already too deep.

If I were of this world, I would wish the worst over their lives. I will not however. I will pray for peace, I will pray for wisdom, I will pray that God comes down and comfort us all. I will pray that his lovely wife will find comfort in God, family and friends. I will pray his son will never lack joy and love and when he finally understands that daddy is in heaven, he will smile and know the angels are with him. I will pray that those you used to take a life so precious will know no peace until they confess. Yes, may they itch as though they have a skin condition, may their ice-cold hearts melt under the wrath of God. If you, death, think you have won, I bear news for you, you were defeated centuries ago. Your time is almost up. Vengeance is never ours, it's the Lord's. That is what the Bible teaches me.

I am still shocked and in denial. I am sailing in the same boat as my family and friends. One minute am happy and forgetful, the next am nostalgic and tearful. I am confused and sane at the same time.
We have lost a great son, a loving husband, a wonderful father, an awesome brother and cousin, an honorable nephew, a wise grandson and a great citizen. He never passed any opportunity to help anyone in need. He was a truly wonderful human being. Chelsea has lost a great fan. Roy Kenneth Muigai, you will forever remain in our hearts and minds. Till we meet again, rest in peace. Rest in peace dearest cousin.