My dad and sibling were shot and passed on, life was extremely hard for me – Actress Zenebu Gesese on Kaleb’s show. Goodness, Hacee Koo. What might be said about your dearest Faantuu? Did your caring spouse murmur farewell to your ear? When you left her nursing your infant? Did she send you off with a trying push like different spouses of our legends? Would could it be that can carry solace to her sad heart?
Did you kiss your dear babies, Wabii, Milkii, Giiftii? Or then again did you get some distance from them, strengthening your delicate heart and gulping your tears? Like other legend fathers who realized they could never see those sparkling priceless little eyes again? Somewhere inside, knowing excessively well that with your penance, your little ones will experience the fantasy you wove for them and weave their own fantasies in opportunity.
Shouldn’t something be said about your kin? Your friends? Your family, your local area? Your kin? What mends their injuries when you’re culled away too early? Your life cut off at 34, exactly when you’re starting to live? What is their comfort when you join the not insignificant rundown of their fallen saints and champions? When every misfortune resumes old injuries and reignites unsettled heaps of magnificent despondency? What mends such profundity of aggregate distress?