Friday, 7 September 2007

Redemption Dance

Mood: In-Memoriam
[Toot!] Index: 0.05
Communism Bit: Off
Location: Job, of course


This is a post about when we were kids, two of my bros and I. You know that time when we woke up every morning to be driven to school by Ma. And my youngest bro, Bethwell, was really just a baby. We made a great set, Bethwell, my twin bro, and I.
(For those of you who didn't know: I have a twin brother, who is nothing like me. He didn't drop out, he cuts his hair, and would use his real name if he blogged.)

Anyway, so we there was four of us. Including a dog, named Klipi. Fine mutt. From the day he was a wet, shivering puppy trotting towards us, we were comrades. And as he grew up, he accompanied us on the adventures to the lake, to the forest, to wherever Entebbe kids spend their days. He fought when we fought, was wounded when we were, ran when we ran, swam when we dipped, starved when we did, slept when we did, was ready to trot when we were, and in danger when (and because) we were. That silent friendship we had is as tight as they come.
And then he vanished. Just vanished. One rainy morning, we wake up and whistle for him, to give him his food, and there is no dog. We left the food there, knowing he'd be back after we had been driven to school. When we came back, we found the food soaked and untouched.
The next Saturday, we went `to look for Klipi'. We marched along, asking about with detailed description, my baby bro mimicking the barking and wagging for better effect. Fruitless day. Then, on Sunday, Isaac, a neighbour, told us he had seen a dead dog along the road. That was all we needed to make my baby bro cry. Bitterly. It was a sad time as Isaac led us to where the dog had been knocked. What we found was rotting dog meat wrapped in tattered leather. We couldn't quite tell if this had been Klipi at any time. The fur seemed longer than Klipi's. But Bethwell was in tears, figuring out how we were going to drag it home `to show him to Mummy'. Crazy idea, kid. You don't drag a stinky carcass around.

So we walked back home. I wasn't sure it was Klipi. Bethwell was convinced, though.
After a few weeks, we got over the loss, and Bethwell had stopped putting food for the dog after he saw the road-kill. Things were usual again. Our adventures were now of three.
One day, we are being driven to school by Ma. It is raining. And my baby bro shouts `Mummy! Klipi!' It wasn't Klipi. Just another wet, wounded, limping dog too stinky to be liked by anyone ... wait! That is Klipi!
Now you know why the story of the Prodigal Son really talks to me. We were shooting across the road before Ma had digested it. And Klipi was sprinting flying towards us. Wag, woof, lick, bark, dance, and all them things very happy dogs do. We got him into the car and told Ma there was only one direction we were headed to: home.

We got there, washed Klipi, made Ma call up the vet for an appointment (and all the while she's saying `You have X minutes ... we are already late for school.'), made warm dog food, started playing catch, pulled out our old adventure plans ...
And Ma was getting impatient. Bethwell's kindergarten was a bit far from home, so she was getting hysterical. `Hurry up, get your uniforms back on! This is not the first or last time he's getting lost and found. It's no big deal—dogs are lost and found every day!' And Bethwell saw that she needed some re-education.
'No, Mummy, no!' he explained, in that slow lisp of a five-year-old, words thick with importance he had not yet discovered words for, his fat cheeks shaping the sounds delicately. `Klipi was not lost. He was dead, and now he is back!'
Ma, looking at her chubby baby educating her about the importance of the reunion, this funeral of death, couldn't stop the tears. 'Okay, boys. No school today.'

(This is one of the last posts, comrades. Not forever, but I am going to be vanishing for some time, in about a week or two. I'll be telling you stuff when I be back. If I'm generally missing in action for a while, that's why. (o:)

23 comments:

joshi said...

sockies..finally i can comment on ur blog!!! i was gettin frustrated that i had moved premises..u'll find out when u come back!

I never owned a pet..but klipi sounds awesome..a true comrade!Twin brother? never really thought about that..

we shall hold fort while ur gone..

..a luta continua..

eddiie said...

EEEH!!! I have been snoooping to be the first here but eeeh...Joshi?.....

@27th..tell him to wait for me the next time..

eddiie said...

That reminds me of all the naughty childwood days i had...

It makes me blush for real...

GERALD said...

Its good that your brother tries to be himself....I think you should emulate him...lol
I don't mean that you are not yourself 27th.
He can't change his name if hi blogged...thats good
can't change his hair...
don't you thaink those are good behaviors you should emulate?

GERALD said...

your memory must be sharp to remember all that kind of stuff....

Tandra said...

Out of the mouths of babes..

U r leaving? disappearing?? dont leaves us!! ((cwies like a weetle baby)))

lulu said...

working on sunday|? i posted that onsunday...nway... i had a relationship with a dog too... deep andi can understand thefeeling

fujitsioux said...

This is why I'm having boys only. Like 5!
Godspeed comrade.

Omar said...

Will be looking forward to reading your fine, thought provoking posts when you return.

I was saddened at first, but then made happy with the end of this post on Klipi. It is a fact and true: no other friendship compares to that friendhsip of a dog. I don't keep dogs any more, because it has always been too painful when I lose them.

Heaven! said...

why do i get this very uncomfortable feeling that you are moving to wordpress as well?...yeah, very uncomfortable!

lindwee said...

We had scoopy but he's late.

kissyfur said...

what Im I missing here???? u going somewhere???
I got a pup once from school 3 days before we got our holidays. kept it in a box under my bed in the dormitory. Fed it lots of milk from a baby bottle coz it was only a few days old.
everybody in the dorm loved it enuf to keep it a secret even when it kept them awake all night.
My mum came to pick me from school and took it quite well that I had adopted a pup.
had it for almost 10 years. Loved it to bits, so I totally relate to klipi story.

Be silent said...

Klipi is lucky he found you or you found him i always feel bad when i see losy Pups or dogs

tumwijuke said...

Gundi, I'm sure they have an internet connection in Kyankwanzi. No excuses for you.

Samantha said...

You have a twin? Interesting! Klipi reminds me of a similar story I read in a novel. It seems dogs never forget their masters. The bit about you going away spoilt my day. Please don't be away for too long.

S.A.G.E said...

men u still hangin out wit da dead?

Elle B said...

Hey, where u heading, you know that you're taking a part of us with you, right? Take care.

Death to the capitalists!!!

Does that mean i can't marry a mzungu?

cheri said...

Man, yo ma had some nice choices when it came to names.. Revence, Bethwell.

So Kato, wow...still can't get over the fact that u're a twin. Even though u told me ages ago...

ish said...

this is beautiful.

i mean, in comparison to your "the west enslave our minds" rants...

i like it when you get like this.

smelling the coffee said...

I'm i the only one crying?
my dog died. bad people poisoned him.
good for klipi.
unh,why klipi? strange dog name, don't you think?

Phoebe said...

This is a sweet post, great way to go out (although am sure u'll still post). Reminded of my sister and her love for dogs when we were kids. Made us hold a proper funeral for her dog (had been poisoned once). and we did the whole thing-speech, prayers flowers, and weeping. It was wierd then (for me), but now i get it. i get her.

DeTamble said...

'No, Mummy, no!' he explained, in that slow lisp of a five-year-old, words thick with importance he had not yet discovered words for, his fat cheeks shaping the sounds delicately. `Klipi was not lost. He was dead, and now he is back!'

That's beautiful, maybe you should be a writer, if you write a book I'll definitely buy it, well as long as it's an actual book and not just a published rant about how crap the west is... YOU have a twin?? Is he identical?

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