A beautiful morning it is,filled with excitement and smiles to cup it.It is 6 and my sleep is gone.Am eager to take a drive down the escarpment.Down to the valley beneath the rift.
So with no alarm to wake me up this morning the excitement is pure enough to rise me out my bed.With grace from above this is a day to sure enjoy.
So am out and the next is a knock on David’s door and he ain’t even in,must be an early riser from the guess of it.”Aaaah Husseini,”he quips from over my shoulder,”Na umekuja mapema sana?” To mean am a bit too early,but the agreement was 30 past 8 and I sure had delayed with another 20.He ain’t dressed let alone shower.
Am reminded he went on a little spree to calm his nerves last evening of the imminent reality that most of us so succumb to in a moment or some.
He drags along and we take the much awaited trip down the escarpment,mission?To pick Morena up and be out in a swift.Not much to talk about down the drive which is actually awkward for a friend of forever.But we have learnt to enjoy our silence and be at peace with each other.
We are down the escarpment and a delay takes form which in reality is worth it as we are headed back to the city to take a flight,something that for an initial time is always quite exciting.But not Today.
Back on the road and the car is filled with tales,all tales to cover the emptiness that so burns within.I wonder why empty yet the beauty of life lies in the skies and in the warmth of love?But right in the midst of all that is where chambers grow and streams flow I believe,right?
Getting into the airport the air is calm and the birds do not sing this evening,or maybe they don’t on this part of the airport,did they know how it feels like to be at Terminal C1 of JKIA?At this point I believe they do.O and if you lost me,this is the departure terminal for international flights via the Swiss air.
Did I mention that on the other end right after the entrance,with an array of wild beast statues and vultures alike against a backdrop of green leafy grass I could hear songs?(Oh,they’ve added a hyena,Janex shouts).Not actual songs but the chirpings of nestling birds and some going to rest?
Quite an irony on my end with the downing sunset and a pull and push of bags past the entrance.I look for smiles and non familiar can I find.I look for excitement and seems it all lies far within the setting sun..The rays of which aren’t so captivating this evening.
I look within myself,the self-proclaimed activist of nature and it’s glorious beauty now am all but against it.It brings no joy within and I can’t even hold onto it.Not as I used to.All this time David is quiet as he calmly(from my view) whispers into Morena’s ears,she is not the jumpy lively girl I have always known.
Janex on the other end,wait a minute,now who gave her that name,I won’t even ask that for he mother as I have discovered is an awe,an amazement of a person.And she on the other end is the big sister I never had so amma hold it down here.She has nothing much to say this evening and contrary to this,quiet and calm has never been her big win.
I guess all elements shout obscenities at this point.
Just a little steps down the tarmac are a couple entangled in a never ending hug,are those tears I see through both their eyes?the glint within their souls is tested to its limits at this point but goodbye they must say.
Back to my step,the two sisters check in as we wait on the pavement with anticipation that they will come back the entrance saying the flight is cancelled or there is a delay but nooo…
She comes back,Morena,Janex has to watch over the luggage,hugs David and tight they stay,my mind is lost in trail and Mo’s mum engages in phone calls a meter away,not that they are important but at this point they have to be cuz from what I gather she is no fan of goodbyes.They hold back the tears and the sorrow is evident.It actually shouts through the air and could cut a pin into two.
I glance away and find no solace in all the sad faces I see.Why do we have to stand outside while they go inside anyway?Why can’t we wait on the inside with them till they board the planes?On my left is this lady with a ruddy face,just from bidding her hubby goodbye and can’t seem to get off the phone with him,no sign of joy on her face.
Why does it hurt so much right now yet picking them up at arrivals just a few weeks back was quite a joy?
The sun has no remorse as it downs and reminds my soul that the same tree that brings food is the same tree that falls upon the roof of the house when it is old and wary and the rain beats hard on it.
Slowly it dawns that these are the sorrows and joys of air travel,the actual paradox of life;to those coming in amazing joy and those leaving terrible hurt.No photos Today,no moments for that…
My Italian friends Govi and Franchie cried the other day as they hugged us and never wanted to leave,the Philippine,I named him Philippe though actual name Jerrick never wanted even a handshake as a goodbye.
So now I can’t afford to give Morena or Janex a proper hug,the sorrows of goodbyes.
The best you can do is to face the truth and seize the day as the greeks would have it written in italics “CARPE DIEM”.