Recently,
memories about Maran flooded Uhuru’s mind. She couldn’t understand the reason
and constantly fought them.
“You are fine,
you are fine, “she said repeatedly and confidently as she looked in the mirror.
However, her eyes
said differently.
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She leaned
forward to catch a glimpse of the wrinkles that appeared on her face. She
looked older. Nothing like the way Maran
described her, who had loved everything about her.
She looked at
her gold and brown hair. “Sunrays dancing on your hair, Maran once said.
She looked at
her brown skin, “chocolate delight, he once whispered.
Her eyes kept
examining her body, “beautiful eyes, which speak to my soul and sometimes see
right through me. Allow me M’am, to get lost in them.” Maran once wrote.
She stepped back
and realised she hadn’t grown an inch in size, “don’t worry, I will carry you,
he once giggled as he teased her about her height
Her pear shaped body
that he caressed tenderly.
She could see
him everywhere. She could hear his voice in her head all the time and that’s
when she knew, she would never be fine.
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