Daisy’s Story. In many ways she was more beautiful than the flower she was named after, she passed on before blooming. 😢
Once again, the night is cold and the heart longs for a warm love story. Once again we are together, just the two of us. Once again I can see the eagerness in your eyes, and any attempt to create suspense by delaying Daisy’s story is absolutely unnecessary. And so, while your ears are attentive I will narrate of a love which once was, but now is no more.
She was involved in a road accident. Daisy passed away on the spot. Some people think, whenever calamity befalls, that it is consoling to say, “Everything happens as per the Lord’s
plan.” They told me that too, and I found nothing consoling about it (I still do). When I was
young, adventurous and a little mischievous, I fell from a tree I’d been warned severely severally
not to climb and broke my left arm. In pain, lying on the hospital bed, I overheard one of my
visitors tell my mom, “Don’t worry, he will be fine. It was God’s plan.” When Stacié my
neighbor’s last-born flopped her national examinations and her ego to slay and update her online
friends was seriously damaged, she was distraught. Her mom pampered her with ‘It is God’s
plan’ line. When reckless driving, on 6th of September 2015, ended my Daisy’s life…
kwaniiii??? do they think God is a monster?
At that time I was in my last term of High School and I really wanted to perform exceptionally
well. Our affection for each other was a great motivation. All that this boy wanted to do was to
excel in his academics so that, as the scripts in Kenya reads; go to a good university, do
medicine, get employed and then give her a life of her wildest dream. I wanted to make her
happy, I really wanted to, because she made me happy too. I tell you, we were perfect for each
other. And sometimes when I remember her and the days we spent in each other’s arms, me
think, perhaps we were too perfect in a way that even the heavens did not expect.Since I did intend to fully concentrate on books in preparation for my finally exams, I wrote her
a poem in the beginning of third term;
There is a place of longing and fear
In my heart belonging to you dear.
To love and hold, and be with you near
To live and smile, till all storms clear.
And forever into the coming years.
There is a longing in my soul, I alone can’t bear-
And so hold my hands love; in tears, fears and cheers.
I wrote this poem 4 u, hope u enjoy. We‟ll talk more after K. Luv u 2 the moon n back. 😉
Dedix; Nothing‟s Gonna Change My Love
Yours in Love Forever,
I then folded the poem in a nice envelop; hand-made from white photocopying ream, perfumed
it, kissed it and then sent. I knew she would understand that a Fourth Form is busy.
When Koru Girls, her school, came for a C.R.E symposium in our school and her reply was not
among the piles of letters delivered, I was not worried because I knew she had understood that a
Fourth Form is busy. I did not inquire of her whereabouts from her friends who came, and up to
now I still don’t know why I didn’t. Life went on. Doing my best to balance between missing her
and studies. Life went on. Then, in the middle of the term our school organized a ball games
tournament. Their school was invited and confirmed their attendance. Phew! At least I will get to meet her before I start my papers. She was the School’s Table Tennis team captain, I was sure
she was to come.
They say time is slow for those who wait, which is true and it will do me no good to dispute. But
after eternity, after eternity of struggling to keep my patience in control and sanity in check, the
day arrived. I out did myself in preparation. I was sure, not even a single doubt in my mind, that
on that day I would gaze into her eyes and fall in love with her again. I was sure, not even the
thousands possible outcome of life could bring down my anticipating hope, that on that day I
would touch her and feel the fire all over again. I was sure. I had prepared to receive her. I had
planned fun activities for us. I was waiting.
I remember I was the first person to be seated in the dining hall where Table Tennis matches
were scheduled. Actually, I had to offer to help in cleaning and arranging the place first. But that
did not bother me; my important mission was to ensure I clinched a middle seat where I could
see her in action. Watch her control the ball and the racket, and sometimes her opponent. Her
body burning with passion. And when, maybe she will miss the ball and desperation threatens to
show on her face, I’ll shout her name above the cheering. She will hear my voice, and I know
for a moment forgets about the miss and the match. Turn to my direction and smile; her lips
forming just the perfect curve, in a brief bliss of affection.
Their school’s team was among the first to arrive. The hall was almost full with anxious spectators trying to get seats when I saw a friend Daisy had introduced me to enter the hall.
Finally she is here. I quickly looked over her friend who was making her way towards the center of the hall and fixed my eyes on the entrance, inwardly counting seconds. One, two, three, four,
five… maybe she is still held up in the bus, probable changing into her jersey.
”Mambo, Dismas?” I heard a lady’s voice right in front of me, and it turned out she was Daisy’s
friend who I had seen enter the hall. For a moment I hesitated trying to remember her name, then forced a smile and murmured, “Eeeh!?”
“Oh! I am Stacy. Daisy‟s friend” she said and then quickly added, “Do you remember me?”
“Sure, I do remember you. Daisy introduced me to you sometime back. Where is she by the
way?” At this question, she remained silent for a second, her expression drastically changed to
pale and I immediately sensed that she was having a hard time choosing her next words.
“You didn‟t hear? Daisy never reported this term. She was involved in a road accident, she
passed away…” She passed away. She passed away. Her last phrase played on my mind
repeatedly as I try to decipher their meaning. And finally when I realized that she had used them
like in the everyday life to imply death, loss of a loved one, end of love, my whole world came
down. I feared she would add “it was God’s plan” line and so I stormed out of the hall.
I have never been devastated like I was that day. I have never questioned life before the way I
did that day. Let me admit it, I cried myself through-out the day. In the evening I went to the gate
to wave their school bus goodbye, imagining she was leaning on the window, smiling and
waving back. That night, feeling all alone and broken I acknowledged and wrote it down; like it
is always meant to be, love always and will forever end in loss. It is the only night in my life I seldom talk about and I am glad you were here to listen to me.
You know at first I was wrong about you. In more ways than I can repay or count, you have been good to me. I never though someone would listen to Daisy’s story and feel with me, more so someone like you. Next time when we meet again, and the night is cold and the heart longs for a warm love story, I promise I would not talk about her. The candles will be glowing; the
fragrance of Egyptian perfumes lingering in the air and you will be by my side. We will talk
about love, maybe ours?
You’re probably wondering how I met Daisy, right? Click here to read the first part of this story and find out more. 😁