For United World College Class of 2005

Thursday, 16th April, 2015

I Shall Miss Reunion
Hello Friends, eish, it’s been forever, hey!

What I would give to see you all again! To dance to our songs in the Student Center in the basement of the Castle- Nkalakatha, Nameless’s Mimi na Wewe, Habibi, Aisha, Macarena, Tempted to Touch, Color Esperanza, Cent-Five Cents-Ten Cents-Dollar, Maahive, It’s My Life… To sing together and listen to people play the guitar, and talk late into the night about world peace and about things we care about.

To hold hands and hug tight and cry and laugh and care and share.

To climb the many, many, stairs from Lower Campus to the Castle.

To ride into Las Vegas in the blue and white buses, and breath the dry air of New Mexico. To line up in the dining hall, underneath our fancy chandeliers, for brunch buffets and to spend hours at the dinner table laughing more than eating.To sit in class under the tutelage of intelligent, dedicated, witty, loving, faculty.

To watch the snow fall outside from inside the science labs, the library, the computer labs, the day rooms, the dorm rooms; to listen to the rain and watch movies on laptops while sitting on each others beds, eating Ramen noodles.

Sadly, I won’t make it to the- our 10th- reunion. But I am hopeful that by our 15th or 20th or 25th reunion we will ALL be well (and doing well) enough to make it across the oceans- and roads – to see each other in Montezuma.

Till then, I will be there in spirit. I can’t wait to see the pictures from this year’s Reunion.

I hold you – and our teachers and staff, and our first years and second years- dear in my heart. I am so grateful to have gone to UWC, to ours in specific, as it was such a wonderful, magical, yet real, place; and to have done so at the same time as you guys.

As you may or may not recall, I am not really good at being brief. Or unsentimental. But why use few words when you can use many- and mean them all?!

Many warm hugs from Nairobi, to you all wherever you are in the world. Please let’s keep being great at whatever we each are doing, and hope that it counts for one thing or another, in a good, positive, way.

Lots of Love,

Shibs.

For Moses

Monday 23rd March 2015

For My Brother Moses on His 26th Birthday

When I was four and my second born brother, Peter, was three, our mum and dad came home one day carrying the lightest-skinned baby we had ever seen in our lives. He was very light, very cute and very delicate. When he cried he would turn red, and we were quite fascinated with him. As he grew older, he only grew cuter. When he was seven months old, God took our dad away, to that faraway place, but He left my mum with three gifts- the three of us, and together we would survive.

Our brother learned to eat, and talk. Peter and I taught him to walk using table stools, dragging them on the floor, making noise for our downstairs neighbors. His smile lit up rooms, but he would cry, very properly, dramatically and loudly, when we bullied him, getting us in trouble when Mummy came home in the evening from work.

When he was in kindergarten, he started coming up with excuses not to go to school- stomachache, chest pains, etc. But Mummy saw right through him- he just wanted to join his big sis and big bro in the same school. So in class one, he joined us in our school, and we took it upon ourselves to protect him. And we did.

Through the years, he was always our baby brother. At one point Peter and I went to boarding high school while he was still in primary, so he remained at home alone with Mummy and our cousin and aunts who lived with us. He grew really chubby during this time and we made fun of him that he was now eating all the food and drinking all the milk on our behalf. He then went to high school where he shone in leadership and in class and in choir just as he had shone in primary school. The little cute baby had grown into a handsome young man, and girls really liked him. He was somewhat shy but not really. He had lines and he was very charming.

He finished high school successfully and went on to university. He remained grounded through university, and graduated very honorably with the same degree as our late dad had many years ago. He then landed a job and moved out and is now on his own.

But he is not a man on his own. He, throughout the years, has carried all of us with him. Through all his journeys of growth. Through all the experiences of pain, disappointments, joy, success, surprises…he has carried all of us with him. He was our baby brother, but now he is more than that. He is a confidant, the most reliable person you can ever have in your corner, the one who never ignores phone calls, and the one who comes to the rescue when things are really thick. He is a listener, and he encourages and uplifts without saying too much. He says just enough.

He is the person you don’t want to miss in a party, he dances and dances well. He makes us laugh. He imitates people and is an actor in waiting. He takes issues seriously and is called upon even by our Mum to help with decision making. He sorts out her car and other errands like a good son should. He is a doting Uncle, a loving brother-in-law, many people’s favorite cousin and a loyal friend.

He is God-fearing and he is real, doesn’t pretend and doesn’t indulge in talking ill about other people. He is humble and respectful, and he never forgets others. Never forgets where he came from. He is fun, oh so fun, and he is lovable, he is brilliant, he is intelligent.

He has lifted me, us, up so many times, and has made so many otherwise dreary days to be hopeful and meaningful. He has shared in life-defining moments and been there to create memories with and to reminisce upon them. He is our blessing, our Baby of the house, my little brother, Moses. Today is his birthday.

I hope you never change, Mosee. We love you. We thank God for you and I thank you, so, very much for who you are and continue to be.

With all my love. Absolutely, always, Your big sis.