Thursday, September 3, 2015
Does God wear shoes?
Mungu havai viatu?
-Unaonaje? Anavaa?- I ask, to buy time.
Anatembea mguu peku peku?
-Nafikiri mbinguni ni kusafi -
Aking’atwa mguu anahisi uchungu muda mrefu ama anapona haraka?
-Mungu hutuponya tunapokuwa wagonjwa sio?-
I’m close to panic now, she is looking up to me like I have all the answers, and I doubt the mother would approve of this conversation.
Na Mungu anajali watu? Mungu anafananaje?
-Mungu ni msmart sana-
Anatoshana hivi? She’s pointing at a flower.
Ni wa rangi hii? Now pointing at a maroon color fabric.
-Apana, ni mkubwa hivi- I’ve opened my arms very wide and I seem convincing enough so I add. Na ana nguvu nyingi sana.
Ana nguvu e? Na akidungwa mguu anatembea na mguu mmoja hivi?
She starts to hop about the room on one leg.
-Labda tu kidogo –
She looks at an illustration of Jesus and asks:
Huyu ni Mungu?
-Hakuna mtu anaweza kumwona Mungu-
Basi huyu ni nani?
-Huyu ni Yesu, aliwafundisha watu kumhusu Mungu.-
Huyu ni nani?
-Huyo aliitwa Adamu-
Adam, she repeats then, Nataka kuona Kaleb tena.
Kaleb is every child’s favourite animation.
I met this girl in the morning, she was hiding behind her mother when the mother came to pick up some kale. She was smiling . I asked her,
-What’s you name?-
Her hair was askew, and she wore no hijab
I asked - can I brush your hair?-
Beautiful hair, but dusty, dry and matted. She came back later and I brushed it, then held it into two puffs.
I thought, if I had a daughter, she would look like her. Darker, but similar, like a startled duck.
Posted by Ciss at 5:59 AM