Bro - Bikozulu
1 weeks ago, 11:12
He who sits on my right side -Kim – is four years old now. He has made tremendous gains as a young person. For one, he can now wear his owns shoes. But he doesn’t just stop there, he can also manage to successfully stick one leg after the other through his trousers. These are tasks that were virtually impossible to execute two years ago. Before I forget, he also owns a belt. His own belt. Can you believe how grown up that is! “Like Papa’s belt.” he says. Which means, although Tamms feels nothing for my sense of fashion, I inspire this boy. Suffice it to say, he no longer walks around in a diaper. He pees standing straight. I have peed with him in a bush once in Karura Forest. He wanted to go and when he started going at it I felt like I wanted to go so I stood next to him and together we wet the bush. (He tried unsuccessfully to peep at mine because I was peeping at his). Tamms, on her bike, stopped far away and probably thought, “Boys are disgusting.” He can also read numbers and small stories. Nothing too complicated; “Tom is sitting on a chair” kind of thing. Even more impressively he can now colour within boundaries of shapes! That’s a biggie. Do you know how he struggled to do that last term? I bet he’d go to bed at night with such worry in his head, stressing about the most difficult question of his life- how does one colour within those bloody boundaries? He also discovered numbers and the world has to know about it. He knows the number of the school bus that brings him home. He will also read out every number he sees and sometimes he will test you to see if you can read numbers as well or you are just illiterate. “What number is that, papa?” “65.” “Noo….it’s 89!” “It looks like 65!” “Noo, you don’t know numbers, it’s 89!” “How old are you?” “Four.” “How old am I?” “Twelve!” “No. I’m 40, but I behave like 12!” I say that for Tamms’ benefit, hoping she will laugh but she doesn’t. Come to think of it, all my life knowing her I have never actually heard her laugh loudly, you know like a loud guffaw, the one where you throw your head back? Never. She has chuckled loudly. She has grinned hard. She titters lightly but never have I heard her roar with laughter, the type that brings tears to your eyes. And certainly not to anything I said and believe me it’s never been from lack of effort. But it stopped bothering me, to be honest. I realised it’s not me, it’s all her. One day I told God, “Lord, have I not tried with my jokes – which technically are your jokes?” There was no burning bush or anything but ...
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