Go well Bro

One person who believed that life is a celebration is Ceasar and he celebrated!!

Br. Christopher

Five years ago when I saw Bro. Christopher for the first time, I felt like I was leading a slow motion life. It is normal to be fascinated by things you can hardly do or possess. His movements enthralled me. Let me compare myself with him for instance. If I was to prepare a cup of tea, with my lazy movement, I would go to where cups, spoons and teabag are and carry them to the water dispenser at once. It is such a boring thing to watch me do it! For Christopher expect him to make a haste move to the dispenser first to confirm that it has water, rush to the other side of the room to check whether teabags are there, pick a cup, mid-way the room he will remember he needed to call a friend, make a call. After the call, take the cup to the dispenser and leave it there. Make a quick movement to the other side of the room, collect a spoon, take it to the dispenser go back get a teabag bring it to the cup. Fill the cup with water and prepare his tea, just when he is about to start taking it, his mlikamwizi will ring again and he will speak for a while. By the time he finishes talking on the phone, the tea is cold and he will repeat the whole process of making tea again with the same lively movements to and fro across the room. He will not sit because he is a man on the move! Last year, to be precise on 29^th July, being a cold day, we remained inside, he came over to where we sat and incited a debate on travel and Bro Calistus assuming he could equal Christopher’s travels said, “juzi tu nilikuwa Uganda, the other time, nilienda Arusha……” Bro. Christopher cuts him short saying “Shirika linakusaidia sana, hungeenda huko kote, but ni vizuri, you are following my footsteps, hauko mbali na ufalme!!!” the laughter ensues. Travelling is in his blood much as it is in his name ‘Christopher’ the patron saint of all travellers.

Br. Charo

People say time flies, but at times I think time rockets. Such is the case with the time between when I first saw Charles and now. A lot of things have changed, now he is a theology student. I met him when he was still a kind of a herdsboy. If not a herdsboy, then probably a livestock trader’s right hand boy. He was carrying a small he goat and he was selling it to a missionary priest.  For reasons am yet to know, he lengthily explained to me that what he was carrying was a he-goat and he-goats don’t give birth, therefore that particular goat would not give birth. He said this goat this, this goat that – he technically explained everything. 

I thought I knew he-goats don’t give birth to kids, they give something else to she-goats! It is with such intimidating confidence and certitude of a mwalimu that he says and does his things. Just the other day he was listening as I and Br. Joshua discussed some movie that I had watched and he said “ah, ndio maana mnapenda movies, zote huwa zinaisha jinsi mnavyotaka ziishe” and it is true but I had not thought about it from that angle. A movie is only captivating if the “star” doesn’t lose!

Br. Bonaventure

The first time we met at the Mater Hospital, I looked at him and thought to myself, ‘surely no wound that time does not heal’. He walks with his fist half-clenched, and his handshake is firm, probably because it is half clenched. Nonetheless, there is no sign of resentment or hurt, despite the fact that he almost lost his fingers while working with a power-saw in the noviciate. A few months later, I asked him about the permanent mark resulting from the accident which left his fingers disfigured and he said, “haki hiki kidondo kilikawia kupona, hadi nilidhani niko na ukimwi, lakini sasa kimepona hata nimekisahau.” What an interesting comment about such an adversity! Well, every joke cracked by a sick person about his sickness should be funny, right? Indeed his is an outlook greatly far removed from any complaint that often ensue bad luck.

Now he is going out to milk what he refers to as “digital cows milked by a digital brother!”  

Br. Joshua

I know he is making a great time in Mpeketoni right now because he does that wherever he goes and irrespective of who is in his company. When he came to Mpeketoni for the first time I was there. Tired as I had gotten, everything was bound to change, from awareness of the kittens in the compound to reality of life as a one big joke to outlook of religious vocation. Technically, all things changed! That very day he arrived, during supper, we sat next to each other. soon

after the prayer before meal, with a very big smile, he took a serviette and tacked it around his neck like a napkin. He then whispered “hapa watu wanaishi kama wazungu, wacha tuweke hii karatasi hapa!.” All through meal, I was uncontrollably laughing. At first I thought, ‘what a countryside idiot, he does not differentiate between a serviette and a dinner towel’ only to realize that it was one of his timely jokes! 

Br. Nicholas

Ha!ha!ha! I am not laughing because I am on my way to the bank, I am laughing because some people make every moment look like a celebration. Such is Br. Nicholas. I haven’t seen him for quite a while but I am sure when we meet, he will still crack his hilarious jokes. When I saw him for the first time I said to him, “Thank God you have joined us, now I am not the shortest fellow in this order!” He broke into laughter and in between his laughter, I picked some words which I of course don’t remember. But then he said, “I am not laughing because of what you have said,” then he continued, “ninacheka juu ya stori moja nimekumbuka. Kuna kuku mmoja alitoka kijijini, alitembea mjini. Basi likawa linapita hapo karibu na Kenchic. Yule kuku aliona kuku huko Kenchic kwenye kioo. Kumbe aliona wale kuku wa mjini hawana adabu, walikuwa uchi na wanafanya somasot kwenye kioo!” Now I know why he is always laughing and smiling, I guess he tells himself stories in the head! I would love to get into his head. How moody this religious life can be without such comical brothers in this Order.