So little time

Wueh!!
Last night, just after dinner, I heard wails. I tried to block the voices out because honestly, I didn’t want to hear about more losses. Haven’t we had enough this year?

I thought I had made peace with death, but the truth is… the events of late have been overwhelming.

Then today evening, my friend Lucas calls.
“Heeey Lukasi,” I say that nickname stuck ever since a trip he organized to Diani. A girl with a heavy coastal accent baptized him so.

He chuckles, “You sound so jovial.”
I say, “Mi hukua hivi kila siku.”
He goes, “I know. By the way, send me Natasha’s number.”

Innocently, I promise, “I’ll text it after this call. In fact, via SMS.”
He presses, “Are you sure?”
I laugh, “Yes.”

Then he drops the bomb,
“Val… Natasha is dead.”

I was in my parents’ bedroom looking for something, but suddenly found myself in the kitchen, my tone completely shifted.

And I’m still trying to process it.

My last months in Voi were chaotic, but in those rare magical moments, Natasha brought so much life my way.
Every time we hung out, we made sure it was insane fun.

The first time I ever spoke to her, she was rocking her short hair so effortlessly gorgeous. I told her, “If I knew I’d ever look this good with short hair, I’d never have done my hair.” That was my pick-up line into our friendship.

She loved life fiercely. She loved herself loudly. She’d often say
“I want to have so much fun, I wanna die fulfilled.”

We joked about growing old. She’d look in the mirror and tease, “Ata Val, si unaona kasura kameanza kukomaa?” and we’d burst out laughing.

She experimented with colors the last time I saw her, she had dyed her hair blue. Otherworldly. Beautiful.

She hated that I had relocated. We promised to meet in Kisumu. The plan was simple. She’d hop on a plane, we’d drink ourselves silly, and she’d head back to Voi.

Our last call was wild too she wanted me to put her on something I won’t even mention here (our wild souls understood each other).

Since then, I’ve been meaning to text her. Just to ask, “Are you really having fun?” But procrastination won. And today, I’m left scrolling through our messages most of them just saying,
“I miss you babe.”

This sucks. It really does.

Every time I lose someone, I find myself overcompensating with the people I still have. Hugging tighter. Checking in more. Overloving.

But so is life, in all its sacredness.
May her soul rest in eternal peace. 💙

Author: Miss Injairu

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