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Till today I had been
carrying a certain guilt with me because I believed in Odem when she told me I
was ‘muck’, last summer on the last night at home. The misunderstanding that
led to such an allegation was trivial and I was partly to blame, and even
though I apologized the next day before getting on the plane, I knew she would
never accept it.
I came back to the city
and somehow life pushed that night a little less out of focus. It was subdued,
yet very much present. Today KS called me and said something that put me at
ease. He said that his cousin was an unrefined young lady who had little or no
etiquette to talk to elders or anybody. He elaborated on the few things she
said to his mother that was much out of line.
As he did so, I could hear
her say I was muck that last summer in that callous tone. I knew what he meant
because I was there too, in a similar situation with her. I never had
the courage to tell him the things his cousin had told me that night because I
was afraid of things I can’t explain. Today had nothing to do with me but I
learnt something, being shadowed in flamboyant sanctity doesn’t make up for
deficient decorum.
