if i was immortal

no one ever attends the funerals of their kindergarten teachers, or even their weddings or birthdays...they are people we meet when our lives are small.....as we grow we aspire to greater potentialities that we believe those fat mamas cannot hold to...we start thinking of Bill Gates and Oprah Winfrey....yes, our worlds become big and we forget the people who once overshadowed our lives with their bulk (they are usually stereotyped as being obese) and their might...

but i did attend my kindergarten teacher's funeral....but do not get me wrong...it is not like i so much liked her.....any sympathy i felt must have been a great consolation for most of the folks were just there to ensure she was buried before she could resurrect and interfere with all the niceties present....now you will wonder why people had cause to hate her like that...but fionina korus was no ordinary lady....first of all she was all modelly and long-leggedly.....come to think of it her legs must have been 12-feet long......

naturally a kindergarten proffession would hardly have suited her and being more than well awre of this she decided to engage herself in other trades......one of them being the world's oldest...and among her first clients....as rudely discovered by a classmate of mine when she opened her office door to show fionina her pencil drawing ....was none other than the local parish priest....two lessons to be learnt from this

1. never open doors without knocking, the results can be traumatizing
2. inasmuch as we confess our sins to parish priests they mostly more worse than us-offencewise

anyway, she must have plied on well with her trade because by the time she died she lived in an elegant mansion complete with an electric fence and an ice-cream-shaped swimming pool....

and that is how i ended up in kitale (her final resting place) after receiving a lacy card signed by none other than fionina (her death wish was that all her kindergarten kids attend her burial)......yep, she did it before she kicked the bucket....so as the priest (the same one caught en flagrante delicto) went on boola boola about her supposed virtues i decided to spend my time admiring her coffin.....it looked very palatable and choc lately-inspite of the decomposing corpse inside..yer, i know..what a nasty thought!

shaped like a boat so as to represent fionina's childhood wish of sailing around the seven seas like Vasco da Gama or Bonny Anne, that famous Carribean pirate woman, it reminded me of Pharaohs who preferred being buried in ornate coffins shaped like papyrus boats so that they could all go sailing down the river Nile to meet the sun-god...the vikings too thought it a noble idea to perish in the harsh Nordic seas....and apparently the neanderthals as well.....i don't know whether fionina achieved that dream...

guess what am trying to say is that death is a reality that we have to face one time or another...people eventually die.....friends, family, you and I.....it is a handicap we wish we could overcome....some philosophers argue that civilization is all a part of man's futile attempt to conquer death...Christians say that they do not die but are only promoted to a higher glory....i do not know but higher glory or not may death stay far from bay on our swell ride on planet earth