A Childhood Friend

I had a childhood friend called Steve Wanyee who lived in a home not far from ours. An only boy, he had several beautiful sisters. And we bonded during two school holidays we had in the '90s.
The first was the December 1993 holiday when he joined my brothers Paddy, Symo and I as we grazed cattle. Perhaps to ward off boredom, we built dainty huts using wild grass, with Paddy, the eldest member of the gang, calling the shots.
The second was the April 1997 holiday. That was the year when the witty, beautiful and charismatic Princess Diana perished in a road accident somewhere in Europe.
One evening that April holiday, I accompanied Wanyee to their home where I saw undies hanging on the line. He told me the undies were his sister's, and when he noted my eyes fixed on them, he cautioned me in Kikuyu, "Don't look at them for too long!"
That was vintage us in the '90s. We are still friends, Wanyee and I, even though we rarely meet. When he recently saw me walking along the road, he slowed down his car to a halt, greeted me and asked me to visit him one of these fine days.
Then yesterday evening as I was happily doing something in my room, Mum called out my name and asked me in Kikuyu, "Do you know Muchene?"
"Yes, that's [Wanyee's] dad," I replied, alarmed at what she might say next.
She then blurted out what I expected, "He's dead!"
Now that Wanyee's dad has left us, I agree with Charles Dickens that life is a series of partings. I will visit Wanyee to offer condolences as he prepares to lay his beloved dad to rest.
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