missing you...

I was going to blog about some really funny (funny haha and weird) events that have happened to me through most of my life when I received a call- Ramu is gone.

I remember first meeting Ramu, I was in second year and while walking into class he asked me for a pen, I gave him a pencil- then realised we were in the same class when he asked me for paper (honestly, you go to the shamba without a jembe) and I informed him that I knew he was hitting on me.

We got tight after that, mostly because our class attendance in some classes was next to nil, so virtually did these units via correspondence, he was an astute liar- I needed him for excuses when I missed tests or handed in course work late, and just feel superior when he hadnt read for an exam and I poured all my knowledge to him; with the downside of him mostly getting A's and me my B's.

a common practise was going to have lunch at the student's centre and having a beer, which became a beer too many, and doing the rest of our lectures via 'correspondence' again...

Our 'piano bar' were our favorites (we studied music) we would show off our skills (over a couple of drinks)till the wee hours of the morning on the piano, or flute, or recorder or the guitar for him, which prompted me to learn the drums... we sure do have a lot of time in university- considering we did five years each instead of four (there is a perfectly good explanation).

I will never forget the lunch time in our last year that shouldnt have been; but for the retakes we got through negligence like not showing up for a paper bcause you didnt want a C when you knew you could Ace it; back to the lunch, when I ordered a beer, and he asked for fanta and informed me he got saved over the holidays, and asked me to pass the salt.
There was silence for a bit as we both silently wondered if it would change everything....then went on talking like nothing happened.

After graduation I was disappointed that all the years of work I had put into campus culminated in the receving of a piece of paper that would show my prospective employers i was a graduate... "anticlimax" I chanted over and over- and he was vexed that he had missed his first class honours by a point and he was stuck grouped with me as an upper second (haha!)

I have vivid memories of you, and yes, we should have hooked up in Kisumu when you suggested it, and you have come to Kampala that time- and should have made it to Mombasa too.
I am stuck with your cell number which is off! you shant log on to your IM again and we shall not share another 'piano bar' moment'.

This saturday as you take your final earthly journey, listen out for Beethoven's 'moonlight sonata'- dont make a face, I played that better than you (Dr. Fr. Okello can bear witness!). We can share one last moment.

Rest In Peace Ramu- (you said it came from ramulus right- shall read up my greek mythology, till then, i will still crack up when i hear that name), and thank you for all the moments we shared; they were happy and carefree moments.