Real Time: Friday, 25th January 2019.

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Depth of life

It’s a Friday, the 25th of January 2019 and my little brother could have been 25 years old today. It has been 17 years since his passing. I wonder all the time how tall could he have been, how handsome would he have grown to be, how deep his voice could have been…I’ll have these unanswered for the rest of my life.

At age 8 he was already “full-blown” smart and intelligent, had a sense of humour and was a very good storyteller. He would ask my mom and I a question first before telling us a story of what took place when he was at school or at home when we where not around.

“Between Papa (dad) and Obuti Stan (older brother), who’s stronger?” My little brother asked my mom and I. Naturally and without any doubt, we both said Papa because he’s the oldest and, I remember how keen we were and couldn’t wait to hear why we’re being asked this random question.

“Nope” he said, “Obuti Stan is stronger than Papa, every time you (mom) ask Obuti Stan to pass you the suitcase on top of the wardrobe, he pulls it off without any signs of struggle or tremble and puts it on the bed effortlessly, BUT Papa struggles and trembles right through with the suitcase”, so Obuti Stan is the strongest”. During this entire time, he would also be demonstrating. We burst out in laughter as we had never even noticed this and we were never ready! He was so observant in the smallest details.

At his funeral, his Teacher shared a few things that we were not aware of. We knew that he was a smart ass but not to that degree. After a lesson, his Teacher would put him in a corner with other kids who didn’t quite grasp the lesson for him to explain and assist them. Each time they would show signs of still not getting it, he would do a subtle sigh, shrugging his shoulders and would start from the beginning  … I knew that he was smart but had no idea that he was that exceptionally brilliant.

I think about him almost every day. I used to dream about him so much over the years.

I once dreamt about him, pulling him out of my car, we had just been involved in a car accident and the car had rolled over. I was pulling and pulling and pulling, it felt so real, it felt like I was pulling forever, I pulled without giving up until I managed to pull him all the way out then I woke up. I interpreted the dream as him letting me know that life might be hard but, I’ll always come out the other side stronger only if I believe, push and pull.

A happy 25th birthday to my little brother. The 8 years we had together, are cherished forever.

To be continued…

Boitumelo "Salad" Ikaneng

Boitumelo’s purpose is to encourage daily self empowerment and consciousness based on & through her true life events. Authenticity represents freedom. I read, write & advocate a healthy & fitness lifestyle. For me, writing is a form of spiritual act. I thoroughly & genuinely enjoy writing about my real life Episodes to connect with the souls that are “lost” and trying to find a way of becoming. I am a recovering addict and would like to help cure idling. Let’s find the remedy together through COMMITMENT, CONSISTENCY,PERSISTENCE & PERSEVERANCE. I am a story teller of my own life and, I will throw in and sprinkle some motivational personal experiences…. & Every Little Thing. “People are much more alike than they are different.” David J Schwartz Follow my journey to a never ending story…

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