This is a continuation of Part III of my autobiography. You can read it here.
Much later on father returned to a small heroes welcome from my siblings & I. Though, I never really forgot the incident at our neighbor’s house and later on it turned out that this was just one of the early indicators that our lovely home was headed for a tumultuous tribulation. Father, I propose had a divided heart with regard to loyalty to his business & family. Maybe the financial hurdles that he faced in terms of giving us a better life than the one he had to experience growing up, drove him to this. Many times I would catch him seated under the shade of one of the orange trees in our lawn, lost in a deep haze of thought. I would just go & sit with him, marveling in his glory & undivided attention. He was one of the most passionately principled men I have ever come across. From my tender years, I knew that getting acceptance & recognition in his eyes would be one of my driving forces in life. This led to many tussles in our budding home, as I competed with vigor & vitality to be the center of father’s focus. Mostly this battle was in my subconscious but I knew that there was more to father than what met the stranger’s eye. So, I won the fight though the expected high never really came till many years after his departure to his eternal home. Father loved me most with open favoritism & many at times he would secretly pass large chunks of beef my way as he had his evening meal. This, to me, at my agile age, was a confirmed indication of my being his favorite choice of sibling.
Father ran a car accessories retail shop. It was located towards the outskirts of the city of Nairobi at a locality called Park road. This was a Somali dominated neighborhood, thriving with small businesses & cut throat competition. During my vacation after completing my primary school education, I often accompanied father to this holding so that I would get a toddler’s taste of the trade. Business, to my undoing & great misery, was not my favorite piece of the pie, hence I would often spend my day making merry in my own little world. I recall vividly once during our Christmas holiday, mother requested to visit her close family, then residing towards the western part of Uganda. They all left but I chose to stay with father, as I was adamant to leave him to the mercy of our unforgiving household chores. Sourcing feed for our 2 exotic cattle topped the list of my never-again-be-caught-dead-doing chores.
We spent a week together, having the world to ourselves & doing all the ‘guy’ things mother would kill us for (even if she even got a hint we thought of the idea). Father was the greatest company, funny, witty & very driven in his endeavors. I learned a great deal about the life father had build for himself during this period. He easily earned the respect of his mates as he always thought the best of people, many at times throwing himself in harm’s way to ensure a happier existence for all. This mostly worked towards his undoing & falling away from the pedestal of grace. Unknowingly, father was planting seeds in the fertile ground of the hearts of the generations that would branch from his family tree. So, I inscribed every moment in the tablet of my subconscious knowing that the opportune time would one day show up for me to share this wonderful story with the wide waking world….
(Watch out for Part V will be out soon enough)