I visited my uncle a few years ago. It was a Sunday afternoon. After meeting everyone at home in their various posts, and greeting as well, I walk into the parlour where he was, watching the news.
We get chatty, although, it was more like him talking and me listening with the occasional nods, chuckles and ‘of course’.
My cousin came in with a plate of Sunday rice and Beta malt on the side. I take my reward from her, muttering thanks with a smile. As she made to leave, her father stopped her in her tracks,
‘Bring him water too. ‘
Minutes later, she returns with a glass, sets it on the stool and turned to leave. Her father called her back again to revisit this lesson:
‘I have taught you people now and again that you don’t substitute drinks with water or the other way round. Water has it’s uses, so does the malt (in this case)… ‘
He went on yammering for a minute or two more.
Thinking about those words, I have come to a conclusion:
‘If I have a girlfriend, I will get me a side-chick too. They play different roles that are not interchangeable. Hence, they are important in their own different ways.’
Wawu, my Uncle issa wise man after all.