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!”
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