Memories, Reminiscences and Nostalgia…
I never allow my family
to forget that I was born in Nairobi, Kenya. Never. As soon as there is a nip
in the air and my family dig out their woolens...
I stare at them with utter disdain, a look of sheer contempt...
‘Are you guys feeling
cold?’
I know they are rolling their
eyes...but who cares?
Then I add my piece, ‘I
rarely feel cold...You see I was born at the foothills of Mount Kilimanjaro’
Geography be damned.
Oh Yes, it was terribly
cold in Nairobi, peeking out my feet for the socks, a small satchel with hardly
a thing in it, a soup-plate shaped school hat and a red sweater completed my
uniform.
My mother, insisting
that all you needed to do to plant roses in Africa, was to poke a rose twig in
the extremely fertile soil and voila you had yellow roses all the year round.
Such insufficient
memories...
Such sketchy memories...
Not enough to fill a
page. We returned very early, not late enough to be called Africanders. By the
time the ‘real’ Africanders had come we had only tons of Memories of Goa.
So here we are, let us
share your memories, let us treasure your reminiscences, and let us nurture
your recollections.
Good memories? We will
rejoice and giggle with you.
Sad ones? We will mourn
and empathize with you.
For what are we but
friends sharing a similar past?
Do you wish to remain incognito?
Well, that’s not a problem at all.
We will leave you
undercover with a super-duper name, how does 007 sound?
But whatever the
memories we will cherish them.
Or do you want to let it
all hang out, consequences be dammed. That’s amazing too.
No matter what, we will
cherish your innermost memories, because if we don’t give them a life they will
die...lost forever, for we are made of memories.
For you my dearest
Africanders
I don't wish to remain incognito and I like Dean Martin. I've just enjoyed another one of your pieces
ReplyDeleteSunshine, thanks, asante sana. You have burst this evening, turning everything warm and glowing. Get hold of those Memories!
DeleteYes, as Dean Martin sang "Memories are made of this". However are you not insensitive for never letting your parents forget you were born in Nairobi. They gave you birth there?Also as you grow old, you may need warm clothes you never required when you were young?Geography and History should never be damned or you will be like the Modi bhakts?....);
DeleteMy dear Unknown, I am proud to be born in Africa. I tease my son and my husband because they feel cold and I do not as I was born in Nairobi which is close to the Mount Kilimanjaro.
DeleteUnknown my parents died ages back and they too were proud of Africa… No I will never need warm clothes even when 94 because I was born in a very cold climate.
History and Geography of course cannot be damned and I have no ideas who the Modi bhakts are.