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20 Years Later and Death Still Hurts As Much


It was August 27th 1995; we were in school for remedial tuition. I was called from class by Mrs. Wang’ombe. This was not strange since I was the class prefect and it was common for teachers especially my favorite (Miss Carol), to call and send me out of school over lunch.

Guess who that sweet baby is...

Guess who that sweet baby is…

Something was different though. I could feel it. Mrs. Wang’ombe told me I needed to go see Mrs. Mathenge who lived near the school. She asked me to make sure everything was in order before leaving. As I walked to Mrs.Mathenge’s   I thought about many childish things but I never anticipated what I was about to be told.

I found Mrs. Mathenge waiting for me at her house. She started with some chit chat about how big my dog had become (a German shepherd I gave her since my mum would not let me keep it). Her eyes were blood shot red. I could tell she had been crying for a very long time. After trying to make me as comfortable as possible she finally gathered the courage to say it.

The entire world sunk. I became numb and every second seemed like a hundred years. I stared blankly at Mrs. Mathenge as she moved closer to where I was seated. She started crying and that’s when everything sped back to normal. I wailed heavily and from the heart. “You are a man Githaiga and you need to be strong for your sisters,” she said. At that point my tears dried up instantly and I never shed another tear until the day of the burial.

Mrs Njuguna back in the day

Mrs Njuguna back in the day

The last time I saw her, I was out playing with my friends. I saw my uncles walking her to the car and I dashed to say hi. “I am fine,” she said. “Go back and play, I will be back in no time. Please behave yourself. OK?” and she got into the car and they drove off. I went on to play. Everything would be OK. I was so wrong.

Mrs. Margaret Waihuni Njuguna was a woman I loved deeply. Even though I denounced her as my mother a million times, I loved her. Mrs. Waihuini was unpredictable. She was the love and terror in equal measure. She would switch between both characters anywhere and in a second. I seemed to provoke the terror side more than anyone else.

Mrs. Waihuini loved her family and especially her mother. Mrs. Waruguru Githaiga was the world to my mother and when she passed on my mother evidently lost her zeal and vigor. She was never the same again.  She had lost her source of inspiration. It’s like all she wanted was to go be with her mum. God granted her wish a few months later.

The Njugunahs. See those socks that boy is wearing?

The Njugunahs. See those socks that boy is wearing?

I lost the two most important women in my life at that time. My mother gave me over to my grandmother when I was a young boy. My grandmother ceasing the chance tried to take me to a local school but I couldn’t learn in the language they were using and so I refused to go back. I got my stubbornness from these two women.

My mother’s death was not painful until four years later when I finally cracked. It soon dawned on me that I was always too busy trying to be a man that I forgot to mourn her. I became bitter at the world for robbing me of my mother; my life, my everything. I was even more bitter at God because of not doing everything in His power to stop death from taking my mother.

What kind of a God can’t stop death? What kind of good God allows bad things to happen good people? Why would He take both of my parents when they world had billions of people he could take. What made it even worse was that “His people” said the wrong things in an attempt to console my sister and I. “She is in a better place”, “We loved her but God loved her more”, “She is watching over you from up there. “Though meaning well, these statements came back to haunt me four years later and I was furious because God seemed to have told everyone else about my mother’s departure apart from me.

Mrs Waihuni Njuguna. Quite Fashionable

Mrs Waihuni Njuguna. Quite Fashionable

When my mum died, my world ended. I was convinced that life wouldn’t go on. I believed that was the end of time as I understood it. I stopped dreaming unless the dream was about being with my mother. I hid my heart from hope and from faith. Nothing was worth holding on to. Moving to Nairobi made things worse because I was constantly reminded that I am in Nairobi because my mother was not around.

It’s been 20 years since my mother passed on. I have lived longer without her, something I never thought possible. Even though every now and then I miss her, I have learnt to live with the scars of her absence. Death of a loved one is a language that is unique to an individual but it’s the most painful experience anyone can ever go through. It only gets worse with the unanswered questions, the missed opportunities, and the ‘if onlys’ continue to haunt us long after the world has moved on.

Mr and Mrs Njuguna on their wedding.

Mr and Mrs Njuguna on their wedding.

I scoff at people who demand that we “move on.” Yes our lives must go on and they eventually do but if we are honest enough we will admit that we left a huge part of us “back there.” All the same the longer we live; the pain becomes part of us enough to be bearable. We learn to see the benefits of being alive. God grants us “better moments” every now and then like finding love, fulfilling our dreams, having our own family, being a source of hope to someone else or making a difference in other people’s lives.

But the more “better moments” we get, the more we wish our departed ones were here to be part of the stories they inspired. It’s been 20 years since I got to the end of the road. God has been gracious to give me many “better moments” including surviving a snake bite and life continues to surprise me every day. My mother’s corrections and affirmations continue to influence the kind of person I am today.

For everyone who is still asking the questions. There is nothing wrong with you. There is no expiry date to missing someone who passed on. One day, twenty or so years from now your “better moments” will creep up on you and warm your once frozen heart.

The Njugunahs representing about 25 years or so years ago

The Njugunahs representing about 25 years or so years ago. Do not look at the feet.


Edited by Wanjiku Kimaru

Author: njugunadavie

Lets ask why. Lets ask why not. Lets be different. Lets run the risk of being called insane. Its not always a bad thing to lose our minds.

30 thoughts on “20 Years Later and Death Still Hurts As Much

  1. I have shed many tears over this memoir. Thanks for celebrating her 20 years on!

  2. Look how far you’ve come ,you surely have outdone yourselves, Great Job Njugunas’ you didn’t just survive you thrived

  3. Lovely,touching tribute, lovely pictures…am letting the tears flow…Your Mom and Dad were so stylish… I now know where your panache came from… thank you for the lovely read.

  4. That is so moving and i cant hide my tears , you are a great writer ,i admire that gifting within you . may the Lord continue surprising you with many good things that are in store for you. to you my brother and to my sisters we are together celebrating the 20years since our mam departed and again 20years of Gods faithfulness in your lives ,you had many questions to God but look behind and see the answers on the WALL 20years of Him being your father and mother THAT IS GOD
    . i love you all

  5. these moments are not entirely happy or entirely sad, they are a combination of both emotions that can never be fully defined.
    to have an opportunity to read such a poignant story of a woman, mother and a friend we grow up to know and love is with much nostalgia and how u have painfully coped with realities of her being gone when you guys needed her most is indescribable. but you have demonstrated how grief can produce something remarkable, you guys have been driven to do extraordinary in memory of her. Kudos Davy

  6. This was a great tribute & awesome writing! The story moved me deeply…

  7. Its always a pleasure reading your pieces, you are a great writer……this is especially touching. May you and your family always find strength in God and may you continue being an inspiration to others. God bless

  8. Hi buddy it’s long n I remember u in my prayers bro….God keep u well…long time

  9. You. Have made. me shed a lot. of. love. tears. Just. hoping I fulfilled my sisters. wish though am far physically my love. goes with you guys. Love much. God bless you and keep you.

  10. quite a moving and inspiring story at the same time

  11. My friend Dorothy posted this story on her page so i thot of reading. God is amazing, tho i asked myself many questions, i guess because i dont know you, like coming to Nairobi, looks like you were leaving with a relative or something…yours is a story of hope, im encouraged and may the Lord bless you all the more. Susan

    • Hi Susan,

      Thank you for the very encouraging words. Yes I came to Nairobi and lived with relatives. It never easy having to live with your parents or living with someone else even if they are as kind as anyone can be. Its never the same.

      I agree mine, is a story of hope. Am glad you found encouragement in my story. Do come again.


  12. Thanks Davie for opening up and pouring out your heart,am so much encouraged from these passage,it’s 24years since my paps passed on and my heart stil bleeds

    • Thank you Michello.

      Sorry about your dad. Sadly, we will have to walk with bleeding hearts for the most part of this life but one day its shall stop. Until then, Keep walking. Its all we can do.

      Please do come again.

  13. This is very touching Dave, although I didn’t get to know her, she was a wonderful person from what dad tells me… And she would be proud of the people that you guys have become

  14. Very touching Dave … She’d be proud of the people you guys have become

  15. Oh! my heart is sore reading this …… This is beautiful and heart piercing. Mrs. Margaret Waihuni Njuguna, your beloved mother, is proud of the man you have turned out to be.

  16. So touchy!! Felt like my true life story i was reading..sob!sob!

  17. I share the same story as you.. Ten years down the line and I miss both of my parents every single minute I breath. But then Because of God’s grace I face every day a strong woman! I believe everything happens for a reason, we may not agree with God on that one but He got the best plans for us all.. God never fails us, after all He is the father to the fatherless. Reading this just warmed my heart. May they rest in peace

    • Hi Mucabwa,

      I am so glad you found something you can relate to. Its true, we live everyday by His Grace and continue to keep the fond memories of our loved ones close to our hearts. One day, there will be no pain and no sorrow. Until then… we keep Hope alive.

      Do come again.

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