My Lucky Best friend 💞

The classes are done – I know you did not know I was even enrolled in any classes. “Hatishi mwana we sente ozihirehi?” I guess you are about to ask. What is Liam’s safe box for? Kandi nabwe, the rats will give him more money. Just make sure we do not lose any tooth. It should have been 28th October but 28 November isn’t far. Happy belated birthday my Lucky💞

Yeah, so I was in class recently. However, the classes took longer than expected. I had hoped for my certificate before that day that gives me orunkuceence, tizo za goose bumps omurujungu? – Yes, that day that reminds Mum of her blessings – your birthday. So what were you studying – that that is related to my birthday? Isn’t it the question on your mind now? Nhu, Mukwano, you might even think I was in a baking course! You might think I am soon baking you a cake. We have had many of those. I went for something else. What won’t I do for you my love? You that spelt my name even before I became a live Muzukulu. And then, for the shame that the Muzukulu tag brings, you promoted me to Aunt Leah. A-u-n-t L-e-a-h! Oh how beautifully this sounds. You do not know the butterflies it stirs in my stomach! I like the spice that the Auntie-thing adds to my beautiful name. Yes, I said it – beautiful name! Anti siri Muyembe!

Anyway, I am even out of words. I am beginning to doubt whether my tutors gave me a genuine certificate. Otherwise how can I have been taking lessons in writing, and fail to scribble the right words worth your preciousness– and oh, I learnt another word, befitting! How can I fail to write a befitting ode for the person I call best friend? Oh Lord what more can I ask for? Eshi mukama okankunda obureengye! Even when I am about to lack, God says, you are lucky because you have pearl. I know people use these two as words. But I use them to simply tell people that you are that package and a lot more. Mbwenu ndyakusiima nta iwe Ruhanga wangye? Thank You Lord for Lucky – thank you for Pearl. Then there is this Turyaguma [na Leah] name of yours. And somehow, it is strange how it even sounds like this new Tuliyambala Engule song! Every time I want to give up (not on you of course. Shia who gives up on such a precious jewel?) – yeah, so every time I have wanted to give up, you have been my muse. Your name strengthens me. It whispers to me that, Leah, hama turyaguma neiwe. My big chichita, you are my best friend.

If only I did not have to write all this, maybe if I kept quiet you would understand how much you mean to me. I am starting to even feel more embarrassed at my continued failure to express what I feel for you my guardian angel. I want to tell you that I shall fight for you with and beyond all I have but cannot find the right words. I want to tell you that I will never get any better Christmas gift than that reassuring smile that you shall be there for me always. Shana ngambe omu Runyankole! Happy Belated Birthday Dove! Ori enyoyozi erikwaka omu mwirima ndindindi, omu magara gangye. Mukama akumpeere emyaka mingyi, n’ amagara marungi eiwe munywani wangye, ondwaniira entaro rugambwa. To forever 💞