A Brother & a Friend
Back in the '90s when we were growing up here in Kiserian, Symo and I did a lot of things together. We grazed cattle together, tilled our farm together, harvested maize together, prepared meals together, walked to school together, attended church on Sundays together and exchanged banter about our experiences at school. We were that close.
About the only thing we didn't do together was watching movies in Kiserian. You see, there was a time in the mid '90s when Symo got to know of a studio in Kiserian Town that showed movies. On knowing about it, he would after church service head to the studio to watch movies instead of taking tea in a certain food cafe. He would use the money given to him by Mum for buying tea to pay for his entrance into the studio.
The movies must have captivated Symo given the way he requested me to join him in the studio. I declined his requests, so he went to the studio without my company until one Sunday when our Dad discovered he was spending his Sunday afternoons watching movies. Dad castigated him and commanded him to desist going to the studio.
Besides watching movies, Symo also enjoyed watching the telly here at home. His favorite TV shows were Sinbad, Robocop and Conan the Adventurer. He watched the shows on the black & white television set called "Greatwall" that we owned and which I am sure some of my agemates are familiar with.
Symo and I grew so close together that in 2005 when he failed to make it to Starehe Boys' Centre, I deeply sympathized with him. Starehe was then one of the best high schools in Kenya where I was pursuing my secondary school education. Having failed to make it to Starehe, Symo was admitted at Murang'a High School - a lesser known school in those days.
While Symo was a first-former at Murang'a High School in 2005, he mailed me a letter exhorting me to work hard in my studies. The letter moved me immensely. I am sure it bolstered me to study more diligently, which I did and scored an 'A' in my final high school exams. How I wish I had kept the letter for future reference!
Then sometime in 2008 when Symo was in his final year at Murang'a High School, he coaxed me to visit him at school. He enticed me into visiting him by telling me his classmates would treat me with awe and respect. I was touched by his pleas but for some strange reasons, I never paid him a visit at his school. To this day, I have never had an idea of how Murang'a High School looks like; but I hear it's a very good school these days - better than Starehe.
I noted that after Symo finished his high school career in November 2008, he developed a negative attitude towards me. There was, for instance, a time I asked him why butchers put bones in our meat yet we don't eat bones. Instead of answering my question politely, he rudely retorted in Kikuyu, "Why are you reasoning like someone who never went to high school? Don't you know that bones add flavour to soup?"
Symo's negative attitude towards me intensified when we stayed together here at home in 2014 after he cleared his university studies. He would sometimes be tough on me when I displeased him. And he would sometimes put me down when I did things my own way. His negative attitude towards me made me dislike him so much that I was somewhat glad when he landed a job in 2015 and left home to live alone.
But guess what! In the last five years, Symo has turned over a new leaf by treating me with kindness, generosity and understanding. Last year, he gave me his Samsung Galaxy smartphone at a time when I needed a new phone since my old tablet had become too outdated to run some social media apps. With the ability to be unlocked using fingerprints, the Samsung Galaxy smartphone is the most advanced phone I have ever possessed.
Then this year, Symo sent me Ksh. 7,500 to pay for a new set of clothes I had taken at one of my uncle's shop in downtown Nairobi. The new clothes - two shirts and two pairs of trousers - were a godsend because my old clothes had become too big for me following my successful weight loss last year. Oh, how grateful I am to Symo for the generous gesture!
Apart from gifting me with a smartphone and sending me money, Symo has also encouraged me to keep blogging by giving me positive feedback on the stories I share on this blog. A few weeks ago, he described one of my stories as "beautifully written and completely relatable" - the kind of feedback that keeps writers inspired to write more.
Because of his generosity and encouraging attitude, Symo is now more than a brother to me; he is a friend I can confidently turn to when I am in need. My love for him has bubbled up and spilled over like the foam of root beer sliding down the side of a glass. It is that love for him that has compelled me to write this story. May God bless him abundantly for being such an encouraging friend to me.
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