Commonwealth
Avenue
Boston,
MASSACHUSSETTS,
USA
Thursday, 14th
June
2012
Dear Henry!
I
never thought I will be writing to you this letter, I always wanted
to tell you all my days and my feelings with my own speech and my own
mouth with my odd words, staring at your calm face and eyes was
always charming though I feared it just because your eyes seemed to
pass through my chest directly to my heart. They appeared to read my
thoughts but though I was never good at explaining my feelings and I
always loved the way you felt and heard me.
Here I sit on my
working desk, I miss you, I miss your hug and our jokes and I
remember your tender speech that always echoed deeply into my heart.
I remember how in our old days I couldn't stop speaking to you and
how you never interrupted or stopped me. When we talked, all my
sorrows and my pain always ended with your simple but strong
relieving word: You are not alone brother and you can always count on
me and I remember how I tried to comfort you and advise you whenever
you asked me to. Lately those words have become printed and recorded
in my heart and my life sense, and here I am my heart still repeats
them whenever I feel lonely or depressed; they always lift, relieve
me and turn me on you, they are my solace.
Dear Henry, until
these days your ease face came into my mind and I find me talking to
you or just wandering in new places, I have never been to, I still
laugh when I remember one of our jokes. Like the day I came home
late, slept in the open garden house in fear of my family and the
next day you did the same when you came from uncle Joseph to play
computer game I remember how you screamed
when someone entered the garden house, you taught it was a robber or
a night gang, funny you found it was my father and he told you:
"Shut! We need to wait until someone come out for bathroom so we
can impenetrate to the house, I don't know how I will tell you mum
I am drunk again, I am I drunk?", you said:" No Daddy you can't
be drunk". Oh heaven the day you told us that story, we spent the
whole day laughing until we cracked. Oh my God, that picture of you
and Daddy in the garden house, sleeping in wheelbarrow is still funny
isn't it? The most humorous is when Mum found you and Daddy folded
and snoring in the wheelbarrow, the next morning, O look at these
little parasite! She summoned us and in everyone face poured cold
water to you and Daddy, my mother was serious until freezing water
with refrigerator: "We don't accept insect at home, we kill
them", you got up angry and insulting until you found it was Mum.
Daddy directly apologized in a comic way that we all Do you remember
that old trick "All bad feelings and senses sparkle from in mind,
if you learn to control and calm your mind you will always pass
through them easily and brightly"
I still apply it
though it has never been easy, sometimes I find myself in middle of
my room angry, sad or sobering over something I cannot control or
change but I always have a sense that it just a lesson or weakness
leaving my body; But even if I am solo by here I try to fight my
loneliness, I spend my day painting our times, thinking of what we
should be doing here by then, yes of course I have made some friends
and they are great and they find me good and cool but I know that all
of me was shaped by the love and care we decided to share and I know,
I will always count on you as you will always count on me and nothing
makes me happier than being your brother.
Dear Henry,
today, I decided to take a paper and a pen and tried to sit on my
table, I tried to write something, but every time I wrote a sentence
I found myself cramping and throwing my letter to the trash just
because it is not such easy to find a simple and full way of
delineating the time we had together. My trash bin is full now and
still I don't think this last paper I remain with will completely
depict every little day we had, I just want to make a sign or a key
that will open those doors that time and distance have closed, I
still love and appreciate you so deeply, you are a big part of me.
You know, the
strange and amazing thing is that you are my young brother, but for
long your spirit and heart were never low, you were never easily sad
or depressed instead you chose to be courageous and brave; in all
hard situations you were the one who comforted everyone at home and
we knew we would always find comfort by you side. But, when a
situation or someone bothered you, you acted or simply left when you
find you couldn't change a thing. You never chose a hard aggressive
way and I don't remember a single day with a tear drop on your face
even when someone hurt you till you bled, perhaps you hid and cry,
but I never saw you down, you were so strong to no comparison, I hope
you are still the same, Henry, so unique and singular in nature.
Contrary you
always got angry at things that everyone ignored, simple troubles and
insults that were taken as a routine, like the famous black Friday
when we chose someone to tease the whole Friday at the end of weekly
classes as it was always a hygiene day and we spent the whole half
day out cleaning the school. You really hate it. Do you remember our
neighbor John? He was the oldest of our group; do you remember the
day it was his turn! A Friday of March, with heavy rain. Of course
you can't remember because none told you that. That Friday of
March, we chose to leave school earlier and do our things and
businesses. As we called those acts. We run into a mountain valley,
the mountain on which our school was built and found a shelter in a
half built house, we called those houses our assembly point, we knew
all of them and we had renamed them based on teachers we hated most.
Those wrecked huts, left open houses and half mansions were remains
of the war and were scattered in our region and we always knew we
would not miss a place to hid when something went wrong or when we
spotted someone dangerous like the Head of our school or one of our
teachers, for others we could easily find some explanations to what
we were doing, our things and business. That day we had to meet at
Billy Hyena house. Billy was our Mathematic teacher and he always
beat us because we know nothing in calculations. We called him Hyena
because he beat everyone laughing especially when it was one of our
group he got by his claws.
I was with John,
Hector, Peter, William and Clevis the chief and the most dangerous of
the group. We couldn't call you or David because simply you were
harmful to the group, it was hard to convince you of our plans, you
always criticized them, denoting them bad or inappropriate. We sat on
tree in that house and strangely Clevis chose a spot near a river, a
well-known and famous in our region because of accidents and dangers
it caused when its banks were full during heavy rain seasons, the
river was deep and had many falls and the authority warned families
and people not to swim in that river or stand near it during or after
rain. But that raining day on Clevis the chief's rule and wish, we
bathed in that dangerous river and not just for some heroic,
courageous or productive way but simply to ignore and defy rules of
grown men and because we knew John couldn't swim. We descended to
the river undressed ourselves and hid our clothes. Poor John was
afraid to death, after a long insulting and tormenting black day, he
found himself pushed in the river with his own band not ignoring that
he couldn't swim. Everyone enjoyed his fight, supplications,
screams and agony. O Henry, still now I regret the person I was.
Something went wrong while we continued our chats and enchantments we
forgot to follow John and by after when we turned to the water, John
wasn't there and the river was flowing calmly no trace of a body in
water, surely he has sunk or something else happened, those strange
talked rivers animals may have ingested him.
I directed
pronged into water while other were still arguing on who will jump
first, I caught John unconsciously sinking like a tree log thrown
into water. I retrieved him and put him onto the riverside, with
special guide and help from Peter, we applied the resuscitation
methods, for more than five minutes, finally, John chocked and gain
conscious again, he vomited about two liters of water. In fact, the
Local authorities in help of Dr. Jules, the local Doctor and Peter's
father, thought the whole community on simple resuscitative methods
and survival skills, we were there in those training not invited but
we were here, although we forgot the whole process. It was a great
chance to have Peter in the group, he knew all methods by heart. We
spent the whole afternoon in a nearby empty fishers' hut, until
John fully recovered. For the first time, Clevis who was more shocked
and trembling like fighting a high grade fever or standing and
earthquakes though he was our chief and the malicious, took a speech,
his first slurry speech we ever heard, 'John, we make you the first
senator of the group and you Peter, the Doctor of the group", We
could see fasciculation in his palms and limbs, his mouth was dry his
eyes seemed to hang out of their orbit but he managed to retain and
resonate his authority and responsibility one of the strongest and
rare character, Clevis was more than a simple politician in his
nature. He repeated his nomination: "From now, John you are the
chief of senators and Paul you are our Doctor and General Counselor
of our band".
John as everyone
was excited by his nomination and bravely hid all the pains he was
feeling and said he was okay, perhaps in fear of reversal or simple
topic change. We clapped jealously hoping that the same occasion
could present to us so that we could gain new titles and medals
again, we directly forgot the danger John was in, we were stupid to
see how risky those occasions were. Four month earlier I nearly broke
my leg falling from a pitfall just to gain my secretary title, by
chance it was just a knee dislocation and was replaced easily at
Hospital, though I never note a thing on what we were planning or
doing I was pride of my title, the secretary of the band, I compared
myself to Kofi Annan the UN secretary.
Peter too, spent
one week in a Hospital due to bees' bites while he was assigned to
harvest honey, without a tool. He was the general counselor before
being a Doctor too. Hector burned his little toe with melting plastic
in order to be the general of the group, William and Clevis were the
author and the founder of the group, the vice-President and the
President respectively. They told us they had made too many military
exercises, that they could walk on wire and fires or survive to one
week in a wild dangerous park for a weak without a problem. We
believed them so deeply, we followed every little gesture they did or
ordered us to do. We were corrupted Henry, so badly insane. We were
little stupid flocks.
We left the river
at the sunset and as usual promised not to tell someone about what
happened. John got hospitalized the same night for pneumonia and
spent three weeks in Hospital. Poor John left our group and later
their family moved to town. William who was good at lying and spying
followed him so closely until he was sure that John never said or
will say a simple word of what happened.
Ever since I have
seen John sometimes when our parents brought to town, we paid them
visit but every time we were at John's Home, I felt ashamed that I
was one of the group that tortured John, I kept my eyes down even
when we were playing but he seemed normal at easy as usual. When I
got in high school only saw him rarely and finally I asked him excuse
before going to University. He accepted my apology and told me it was
a hard experience of his childhood but that it was expensive since
then he learned to be courageous for prosperous thing and to make
good choices. Clevis I heard he is in army; hope he is no longer
malicious. I have not talked to him I still have uneasiness talking
even thinking at him, but I know he is a better man by now, the
problem is he has some regret of who he was, me and Peter plan to
meet him, it was our childhood, though it was not ordinal it helped
us to change to better persons and we know we can't go back. Peter
is in medical school at university of Rwanda, we talk often and he
says he wants to meet you. I will give you his contact. Hector,
William and John, are there still around? I hope they are about to
graduate in High school! I think you are still in contact! how about
your projects? I like the one of craft because I can help, I am an
artist you know. Great everyone, tell them how much I love and miss
them.
Too
much to talk you know, please write me back. See you!
Take care!
Your lovely
brother.
Paul.
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