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My dad passed on mid week & had to be burried the following weekend. The pain of having people over that whole 2 weeks telling you they prefer peanut butter over jam or white sugar not brown while I was mourning... I will never forget.
Lockdown FUNERALS SHOULD REMAIN POST LD.
Lockdown FUNERALS SHOULD REMAIN POST LD.
Mo Magriza telling you they want more meat and no one is asking how you are in the sudden death of your parent. The Pits I tell you... . I have concluded and that's just me... I think funerals are sort of feeding schemes and they don't help mourning families much.
If you go to a funeral and start making demands. Haai then what's the point. Pay your condolences and go eat at home. The aim to support the family emotionally and financially, not to burden them... Honestly I personally hate funerals shem... You don't get to cry, always serving
I hated waking up everyday coz I needed to start serving from Tea all the way to dinner with everyone that walked in. I'D CRY EVERY NIGHT AND EVERY MORNING.... FOR THE WHOLE 2 FUCKING WEEKS.... Things ran out and there you are buying groceries for the week... TO FEED PEOPLE.
That time people in villages arrive at 5am and wena your dad just died of a car accident. Something you never expected. Now you up at 5am, busy ka maroto and baking. Screw funerals... I don't want any of this should I die. Tea and cookies ka burial day and that's it.
When you have had enough and hide in your room coz you want alone time... BO RAKGADI CAME FETCH YOU.... on some... "Hey P, visitors just came in. They from the district. Please come assist"... Yoh the second week I just wanted to say district my ass because wow. I had had enough
Watseba the worst is when people start stealing ho dijo.. Di kuku le maroto and all that. But that's a toppic for another day. Yaz black funerals.... Haai ke shap. After my father's death literally nothing can shake me... You hurt me and we move on quick fast, I don't cry anymore
Lmaol what's worse was I was in varsity and studying for tests that I had arranged with Lecturers upon my return....here I am opening my notes, studying economics 232...A kena Rakgadi, come help with the tea. Bo mang mang just walked in.Yey... No cremonra, no this, no that...smh
