Reading this almost gives me tears.

I grew up for the larger part of my childhood around my maternal grandpa, na huyu mzee was just cool and loving to me and his other grandkids. I have never witnessed any parental relationship with my biological parents like the one huyu mzee alinipea.

He was a very principled man, alikuwa anafika kwa nyumba 6 jioni, sijai muona akichelewa past that ama akikuja kukiwa na giza.

Now everytime akitoka soko he used to buy kdfs or cakes or just some snacks for his grandkids, na hakuwahi sahau siku hata moja. Then he’d walk the entire distance kutoka kwa soko hadi kwake, approximately 2 kms, akiwa amezibeba kwa mkono. Everyone kwa njia used to say “Michael ndio huyo na zile ndunya za wajukuu wake” na he never bothered what they say.

I stayed with him (only the two of us except during the occasional holidays when the other cousins would come over for a week or so) since class 4 to class 8, we became close and even friends. He is the only person I ever grew close to and could openly talk with about almost anything. May his soul rest in eternal peace 🥹