I have not been blogging for a while, 2 months to be precise. I have an extremely busy schedule, work on-call and I also work outside normal hours. I have also been studying for Solaris exams (a requirement for my line of work) and I’m not prepared in anyway despite the fact that my exam is in 2 weeks.
I then decided to take a deserved break, and took a trip with some pals to the west coast of Ireland…went to a town called Sligo. It’s a pretty, modern and buzzing town with loads of tourists (especially in Summer). We took a tour of the town, went to the beach and watched the sunset…now that is not meant to sound romantic because this was a group of people who are just friends with no attachments. We also managed to go to a waterfall…can’t remember it’s name but it was a pretty site. After our day of touring, we went back to the hotel, changed into the right gear…men took half an hour max to shower and dress up for the evening. The ladies took 3 hours, which is something I always complain about but I know will never change. We proceeded to a restaurant called the Fiddlers and had a lovely dinner. We then proceeded to the biggest joint in town…”The Velvet Room”. Groove surely got his groove on and I really had a nice time. That was the first club I’ve been to outside Dublin that plays some decent Hip Hop, RnB, ragga…or as Common (Sense) said it on his song “6th Sense” in his High Acclaimed album “Like Water for Chocolate”, rap for the black people.
The night went on and I grew tired and my vison got blurred and I knew it was time to go to bed. I gathered the troops and we headed back to the hotel. I slept as soon as my head hit the pillow and this is where the real story behind this post starts. My bro had called me earlier during the day and he told me that he was heading to some Huge EA party in Westlands and all his pals/my pals were gonna be there. I told him to enjoy himself and say a big wassup to the gang. Whenever my bro calls me I get very homesick and wish I was back in Kenya enjoying the sun and people.
When I woke up Sunday (yesterday) morning, instinct told me to check my phone. I saw a missed call and a txt message. I quickly read the txt message and it said, “I dunno if your bro has told you, Andrew died in a car accident this morning, his wife is in hospital”…I was in shock and I couldn’t stop the tears. Andrew is a very good friend of mine. He was there for me in every way when I was in Kenya, we were in the same high school, went to the rave together, even when I was
going to study in UK he was there at the airport to see me off. Andrew’s brother Nick is my best friend. Basically the txt left me in shock, not knowing that to tell Nick if I called him, how would I console him, how would I console the family and I’m so far. Andrew was yet to hit the big 30. He had a wife, bubbly kids and was doing his thing….why did he have to leave the world in such a cruel way? I though about his kids, his wife…I just can’t stop thinking.
I tend to ignore when people say that life is short…it really is.
God gives, and takes…I know Andrew is in a better place, where there is no Velvet Room, no war, no conflict, no sorrow….
Rest in Peace, Andrew Kanyi
