As I was crying this morning my youngest Son Akira came and hugged me and said ”Mama those kind of things happen in our life, and you have to be strong!” The message touched me and I kept on asking myself, why do I have to lose so many people every year and be prepared for a funeral call? How much stronger do I have to be? But Akira is right, I need to be strong for my children. As someone who suffers the same disease which took already two of my siblings, I need to stay strong and fight to stay healthy and see my kids grow up.
So I decided to search my sweetest memories of brother Albert, who was number two in the family as I was number ten, the youngest. He was way older than me back then but he still was my greatest inspiration; I have great memories of him calling me Matoroshi when I was 4 years old. It means big torch, or big eyes. Up to his very last days, he was the only one in my family who continued to call me Matoroshi.
He would play with me so I would not fall asleep before diner was ready. He taught me how to dance rock and roll dung the wedding parties in my village Murira. He would take me with him to those party and first show me how to move after I would steal the show. He was best known in my village as mr White, because he dressed mostly in white clothes, very clean and cool guy. The best Designer in the whole of Bubanza Province and he could draw you as a person with no mistake!
He was my coolest brother ever! He left us with many more memories, and his ten children, the rest of the family and friends will miss him.
May his Soul rest in peace.
Eliane.
