Dear Wambo
Mambo (hi)
I talked to mum and brother and they say you are not doing well
Mum says the last time she saw you, you were better
She says you are worse now
Your once clear eyes, are now yellow
Auntie showed me a message you posted three weeks ago on whatsapp
Before you went to India
You sounded so hopeful
India couldn't do anything for, you are at terminal stage
A topic we hardly talk about because of your age
But we have too
There is no time left too
The only time we have,is to love
My most memories of you, of us
Is when I was entering puberty
I remember embarrassingly asking you about pubic hair, breasts, adams apple
In my homescience assignments
You were so good at answering them
You were so good at teaching me that new world I was about to enter
You were a great mentor
And those chapatis, OMG!
I remember your cooking lessons
You were so good at making that bread
With it, we were well fed
Thank you for being an awesome cousin
The only time we have, is to love
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