I’m thinking of Orseer this morning and so many things that he was. How he used to sing and when I try to join him, he’ll give me that face that Erdoo inherited, and I’ll be like, “Can’t you see I’m pregnant (first time) and I want us to sing to our baby.” He’ll be like, “I want to sing, and in fact I’ll love to, sing to her but…” He’d cut himself short on getting the expression on my face.
“But what?!”, I’d shoot back.
“Nothing o!”, he’d say, releasing his guitar and throwing his hands up.
“No o! You must say it today!”, I’d retort, posing over him while he’s seated, with my arms akimbo, and my huge belly in his face.
“Uwuuu! Aondo wama!”, he’d mutter under his breath.
“What’s that supposed to mean?! Why are you calling on God?! Am I disturbing you? Answer me o!”
“No o! How can you disturb me? It’s just that eermmm…”
“Say it o! Just say it.”
“Are you sure you won’t be angry?”
“Just say it first, then we’ll know from there. Remember we’re not supposed to keep secrets.”
“Which kain of scope is that one? This one is not a secret anything. And giving the way you’ve become very troublesome in this last trimester I think I should tell you.”
“Orseer wan Orkuma (Orseer son of Orkuma) tell me now now or else, you know what I can withholdd from you, especially as e be se this baby is due any day now. You know what can happen right?”
“Haba my wife! Kuma nahan ga now! (E no reach like that now!)”
“Oya talk o!”, I’d say snapping my fingers.
“But no vex if I talk o. The thing is you struggle to stay on key, especially when I’m playing. If it’s an acapella I can risk is singing together but even da wan sef, you keep hopping from part to part and going off key every time. I don’t want my child hearing that kind of singing. And it seems being pregnant has made your voice worse”, he’d pause for effect, and getting it, he’d mouth a feeble apology, and make to dodge a smack.
“Orseer!”, I’d say in mock surprise,
“So you have been laughing at me all these years and you never told me! And I never knew you had bad mouth like this. I for no marry you.” With that I’d make to walk away.
“Liar!”, he’d say under his breath.
“What did you say?!”, I’d charge at him mockingly, as he blocks me with his guitar.
“I said I love you!”
“Liar! Whether you like it or not, I can sing and this baby will inherit my vocal skills. Tsk!”
“Not to offend you but I reject it in Jesus name! We can’t have two off-key singers in the family.”
“May God forgive you!”
I remember him this morning because I find that Erdoo inherited his bad mouth and sarcasm while Doo got his vocal skills.
And because it’s an absolutely beautiful thing to be able to great hear the voice of your loved one gone.