DEAR KELVIN

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Dear Kelvin,

The last time I saw you was one of my most difficult moments on earth and I had no idea how I was going to make it through, just knew I was going to.

You were sitting in the Dock, facing the judge and prosecutor, mortified. You were the one on trial, but I imagined I felt worse that you did.

I sat in back row of the pews right next to your 19-year-old son, I could only imagine his thoughts and emotion seeing you like that, though lockup has been a recurring routine for you for nearly a decade, we haven’t gotten used. Mother sat four rows front, embarrassed and sad.

I was sad for what you were about to face, why are chains seemingly your fate? And I was especially sad because the following day I was getting married, I was terrified, broke and worried, and I needed you there.

I was especially sad because the following week your son was getting into university, he was anxious of uncertainty, and he needed you there.

I was especially sad because it’s now only you, mother, Brian, Teddy, Ilu and I against this world, and we needed you there.

And now you need us more. I know in your quests you try, but when you’re desperate to do right or prove a point you end up doing wrong, so take a bit.

I’ll see you soon,

Your brother,

Gilbert.

Written by

Gilbert Simukanga

Author and Poet. Words for healing, reflection and spiritual growth; helping generations achieve purposeful living. All links here: https://linktr.ee/gilbertsimukanga

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