My beautiful Kenny.
As mama and I prayed for you this morning she made mention of a little boy in primary school who told her he was upset that your teacher spoke to you about laughing in class. He said, “Mrs M, I don’t like what the teacher said because if Kie-Kie’s not in class there’s no light, nobody laughs and we don’t have any fun.” It made me cry because I realized I wasn’t the only one counting on you for a reason to smile. I’ve been sharing you with the world and yet for 28 years we’ve been holding hands. You’ve been holding me.
You know how obsessed I am with R&B music? The kind you can’t stand. The sweet melodies and ballads of broken hearts. The unapologetic expressions of sexuality and public declarations of undying love. The songs for mama. Allow me this one time to quote one of my favourites (may her soul rest in peace): “If tomorrow is judgment day, and I’m standing on the front line and the Lord asks me what I did with my life, I will say, I spent it with you”. I have very few memories without you, not because we haven’t had to live continents apart for many years, but because there’s very little I care to remember in your absence. Thank you for being my left ventricle, my spleen, my big toe, my right nostril. My whole heart.
Sparks-Brigols, a lifetime with you will never be enough but a day was more than I deserved, so 28 years—well that’s just God. HAPPY BIRTHDAY. I pray you live a life coveted by the stars and celebrated by the skies. I selfishly pray your reality is your dream and your dreams are your heart because your heart is my bond. It’s all I have to share with this world.
And I wittingly do so because your love…it’s the bestest most funnest love out there.
Nakupenda more than I will ever know how,
Thanks for teaching me so much!
Thanks for always watching my back.
Thanks for being my best friend.
I love you.
I don’t love this world at all but there are aspects of it that just sing melodies of love and light. Pictures on the walls of an unsettling monotony with smiling faces that become the very stars from which I source my comfort. Vika, my beautiful friend has been through the a lot this year and yet she still radiates a hope and greatness many of us will never own. She is still such a source of comfort even in her wear. I am so proud of her independence and all that she has accomplished thus far on this earth. Here’s to the love, friendship and support we share— the happiest of birthday’s to my gorgeous one!
Today you turn 25.
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Here’s your song of the day (Kwabs – Saved):
There isn’t much you need to remember about the day. But there is something I need you to hear. Kagendo, remember who it is you want to become and when you stray from her, when she seems distant or unreachable, clear the clutter under which she is trapped. The words of those committed to your failure, the rejection of your work; all the demons that build mountains on your footpath. You are not your heritage, or the decisions of a despondent people. You must fight past the resistance, even if it renders you the sinking fury in a complacent society. You are an heir to struggle, but you do not have to inherit the dreams of your father, though you must adopt the responsibilities of a positive contribution to humanity. You are an heir to inequality, but you do not have to court the duties of your mother, though you must learn to respect everyones choices. You must become not merely a woman you can tolerate, but one substantiated by the weight of varied experience. You must be the crowd at your own parade, the cheer as you emerge. You must be what was intended.
Get there, Gendo. For goodness’ sake, get there.