Geoffrey’s the only sister, close, loved sister. She was close to me. I carried her at my back whenever my mother walked to market from home to Karatina. I cried; my feet hurt from a long-distance walk from home to market and back home. My mother could not help me since she carried heavy farm

I struggled with heart burn long enough. I was fearful of being on routine medicine for the rest of my life for the problem. First, I stopped eating all my favorite foods that gave me heartburn. One day a thought came to me, “why don’t you make your stomach happy by eating something sweet before

Death hits home On the morning of December 6, 2012, my daughter-in-law was in the hospital taking care of Jotham and playing Christian music from a CD Cecilia had bought for her Dad to listen to throughout hospitalization. The hospital staff liked the songs, and they would share their life stories with us. I remained

The deaths of parents-in-love My mother-in-law died in 1995. The late Priscilla Wambaire Wandũ, mother to my late husband, was a strong and beautiful woman. Jotham traveled from the US to Kenya to attend his mother’s burial. The following year, in 1996, my father-in-law, Josiah Wandu Mugweru also died. This time four members of the

My beloved mother At Mount Harmony Memorial Garden Cemetery in the USA buried my mother, Cecilia Gathegu Chege. She visited her children and grandchildren in the US and asked her to pack minimal clothing because there were enough for her. She didn’t believe me, and instead of carrying clothes in a suitcase and disappointing me,

My precious baby One evening my co-worker, school bursar, and I were traveling on the Gong road near Kenya Science College headed to a vegetable shop on Gong road, when the vehicle hit a deep pothole in the road. I was shaken hard and instantly experienced a severe back pain. I was three months pregnant

My father  One afternoon, my husband picked me from school, and as we drove home, he softly said, “I talked to the family in Kenya a few hours ago and all is well.” He went silent for few minutes and said that muthee (an honorable title for old man in Gĩkūyū language) Chege had rested. I

My brother One morning at 10:00 a.m., I was having a late breakfast when my telephone rang. It was from an unknown number, so I wasn’t planning to pick the call. I debated whether or not to picked up. I did. The person on the other end asked to speak to Mr. Wandu. I was

My sister My sister, a widow whose husband died in a road accident, was 30 years old when she went missing for several days. She had two children, a boy, and a girl. I kept praying and hoping that we found her alive, and a few days later, she was discovered in a hospital. I