My dear Waeni,
It is now six moons since you left us,
And alot has happened
Alot happened since the moment I poured the last grains of earth on your box,
The wooden box in which they bundled you into,
And then you got swallowed by the earth,
On that day,I did what I had never done since I became a man
My dear Waeni,I cried
I cried because the one I loved most was gone,
And was never coming back,
I cried because I would never again hear your beautiful voice in the morning,
While you greeted neighbors,
While you whistled and occasionaly muttered incomprehensibly to Kamba tunes,
While you shooed the chicken away from the maize,
Not forgetting your clumsiness while you did the dishes,
Oh Waeni I will miss everything good about you.
But my dear Waeni, you should know that God had other plans for me,
God would not let me wallow in such loneliness,
Waeni,
I know I had sworn to never warm another's bed,
Nor let my eyes wander on another's bodice.
But Waeni, I had to show the world I am still a man.
Mama made arrangements. Forgive me Waeni,
Who will sit on this stool when I am gone?
Who will carry the Wanzeki name into the generations to come?
If I am to die,let me die a man.
Let me die a father and honorable man.
My dear Waeni, Syombua is now my wife.
We are expecting a child!
My own blood Waeni.
Mama had to make sure it had to be Syombua.
Seeing that she was your friend before you left us.
Please donot blame me for doing that.
But you will agree with me I had to do what had to be done.
I know you are happy for me..for us. For your friend.
My brothers and all the Kithinzini folk say I am a man.
I can now walk head high.
I can sit with the other men and sip away the evenings.
My dear Waeni,
I did what I had to do.
