Harry's Bag

Dear Grace, First of all, thank you for holding the fort whilst we (your children and husband) were away working, schooling or travelling. On 7th July 2017, you were not in the fort when we rushed in. You had fought your life’s battle and it was ended. Only your two framed pictures in the hall reminded me of you. I could only glimpse your lifeless body the next day. I was sad, I almost cried. You have only left me with memories.  I remember a lot of things you did with us. You were our teacher, I remember the multiplication tables David and I had to learn. You were my confidante, you knew all my female friends. You could almost put a face to all their names. You were a defiant fighter too, those who crossed you saw that too well. You gave me a template of how a wife should be and I remember praying to God asking for a woman like you for a wife. I remember how you once stood behind the door shouting “Kojo oye, kojo oye” (Kojo, it is ok) when my dad was lashing David and I for misb