Sister - Sister.

               It’s 11:42 … just a few minutes to midday and I can tell you for free: I love my sister. She’s a sight of good news. I look at her; or rather the thought of her sleeping on the other room just excites me. All of a sudden, am not alone – in the house. All of a sudden, am not bearing the weight of the world on my shoulders alone. Granted, she may not help much… in terms of advice or chipping in to create opportunities; but am immensely grateful she’s here. She’s the eyes that has recently seen my mum; the person who hangs out with her as much as I only dream to… She’s had conversations with her, they’ve shared a meal, and she just reflects of her love, I can almost taste it in her stories… In her excitement to deal with Nairobi and well, in her haste to go back to Mombasa. I love this chica. 

           Whether am working in an extravagant or limited budget, she’s the person who makes me good food. You know? A sensible meal that has onions and tomatoes in it? Mh! The thought of her reminds me of the sound of sizzling onions in really hot oil, ah… Do you perceive it? Onions, dancing in rhyme. Obliging to pressure. Turning golden brown. Mh! Sweetness. Then you throw in tomatoes that thicken the ingredients and spruce it up in a deep shade of red that tantalizes your taste buds, longer than you care to admit. Yes, I love my kid sister haha… She makes me eat well. 

            The thought of her sleeping in the next room exhilarates me. I might have had a really tough a couple of days. My perspectives about stuff might be wavering.

But with my sister around, it doesn’t matter. I have two minutes of ‘letting the world be’. Two minutes of not being an adult. Or responsible. Or caring. Just two wholesome – worthwhile minutes. Something about having a person you can completely trust… Someone with whom you can’t and you do not have to put your guards up with. She’s the daughter of my mother, the sister to my brother, my friend, my elderly and too responsible, overly clean room mate. A brainiac – The family’s Engineer. 

My friend, partner in crime, double trouble... The one to whom my heart bits for. See, whenever you meet me there is a bracelet I am wearing; it’s written her name… Yes, she has one too with my name on. When this lady enters my home oh, my I am at home!