She was born in the morning, after I had had my morning coffee. Her shrill cries were heard by the world in that little corner of home. I grew with her every moment of every day. She was an energetic girl with an open heart. She was not afraid to touch the world, even from an early age. She pranced about with vigour and song and drew flowers with crayon and pencil.

She tugged my heart along through her days. I joyed with her, I lamented with her. I was her friend with whom she shared all her secrets. In those days when the world began to move by more aggressively I was there with her, and I saw how she trusted everyone else less and kept more secrets with me. We hugged each other and condoled in the recognition of the change. When the tears came I wiped her rosy cheeks and held her close.

I was there the day the car crashed and her mother passed on. It was a month before she went to college. She had lost a pillar in her life and she wept as she confessed her despair to me.

By and by we did walk boldly through life, together. I was happy when she sold her first painting at an art gallery. She was still in college. I was proud because I had been there with her as she painted.

I accompanied her to the clinic on the day the diagnosis was made. I held her hand as her face went blank. We sat in her room that evening poring over charts of five-year survival rates for various types of leukaemia. She looked up at me with tearful eyes.

“I wish there was more time,” she said.

“We’ll fight this together,” I replied. She had art galleries to attend. Places to visit. And dinner with Martin the following Saturday.

I closed the book as Anita’s story came to an end. Time had flitted by and it was evening already. I had tears in my eyes.

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Lotchie Carmelo
Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
1 year ago

Your story is so sad, Daniel. I hold back from crying until I finish reading the story. Well done for a very engaging story, Daniel.

Lotchie Carmelo
Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
Reply to  Daniel Onchoka
1 year ago

You’re welcome. Daniel.

Cynthia Wambui
Cynthia Wambui(@cynthia-wambui)
1 year ago

At least she had a friend through her life’s journey. It’s sad, so what happens to the friend left behind?

Thank you for the short bitter sweet read.

Julie Harris
Julie Harris(@julie-harris)
Reply to  Daniel Onchoka
1 year ago

Hello Daniel. Your story was exceptional, even though I didn’t pick up on all the points you outlined to Cynthia. Now that I know of the story within the story, I appreciate it even more. Thanks for taking the time to give us an even deeper understanding. You are a great writer.

Cynthia Wambui
Cynthia Wambui(@cynthia-wambui)
1 year ago

I now understand.
Thank you for the elaborate explanation Onchoka.

Margarida Brei
Margarida Brei(@margarida-brei)
1 year ago

Such a sad moving tale, Daniel. Well done!

Fuji
Fuji(@fuji)
1 year ago

This is a beautiful story, Daniel, very moving. I think about it often when I’m remembering some of the truly great stories on this site.

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