In Summary
  • Her getting married was not the problem.
  • Her getting married and starting a life far from home was scary.
  • When the grey haired pastor had them say their vows and exchange rings I knew it was finito...done deal

“She is in labour! I have to go.” Mother said to me as she hung up the phone. The one in labour is Irene my younger sister. They are miles away across the border in Nairobi. Why Nairobi? Because Irene fell in love and got married to a Kenyan.

He is called Brian. He is a mellow guy that is likeable and loves Jesus. I like the loving Jesus part. It is the only thing that comforts me.

This Brian guy knocked up my sister man. It just did not occur to me that one day my baby sister might be out there doing bad manners. I know they are married and getting knocked up is all part of the equation but to an older brother your baby sister remains your baby sister. It never changes.

It was at their wedding in 2017 at Parklands Baptist church in Westlands that reality set in for me and my four brothers. We watched in silent terror as our only and youngest sister became a married woman.

Her getting married was not the problem. Her getting married and starting a life far from home was scary. When the grey haired pastor had them say their vows and exchange rings I knew it was finito...done deal.... ‘Kwisha maneno.’ Oh you don’t understand Kiswahili? Kwisha maneno means ‘finished.’

It was a lovely wedding, the sun was out, the food was great but also a lesson that we are not kids anymore. When siblings become adults, life gives them new lives away from each other sometimes in different countries.

The part I liked the most about this wedding was when they asked me to chauffer the bride’s maids in a large pearl white Mercedes Benz w211 E320. I gotta tell you, I spun that German machine like a real Bawss. Oh I also liked when they asked the brides brothers to dance. So the Dj threw on “Sitya loss” and we pulled some of the Ghetto kids moves to the best of our abilities I have to add.

At about 8.13pm two months ago, Irene gave birth to a baby girl. I have not met the little one yet but the five of us have seen a picture of the baby that she shared on our family whatsapp group.

Mother had to fly to Nairobi to see to her daughter and has endless tales of how she walks around clad in 5 jackets coz Nairobi is so cold. I think she is exaggerating like older people normally do. I will make a trip to Nairobi to see my niece but I first need to extract myself from work, convince my wife that I am not running away from home etcetera.