Panting, sweating profusely.. “why is it the same guy?” This was so bizarre. The same thick lines. His face had the same structure as my own. High cheek bones and a bit symmetrical, deep brown eyes and a slender figure as well. He had laughter lines just in the right amount, I think he’s a happy person except then, he was serious. What surprised me was the coordination in his outfit, damn he was handsome. Just the younger version of me I guess. I had seen him before somewhere. Is it possible I was still dreaming because this was so unreal. Being an old man this was getting dangerous. My blood pressure at stake. The doctor had advised that I should stay away from stress yet I couldn’t bring myself to avoid them. I had made a lot of mistakes and it was time I paid, I mean actions have consequences, don’t they? Without question this was my product. My own blood, probably my son. Too ashamed to ask. I had planted my seeds allover so this was not a surprise. Was he really ready to meet me? What opinion did he have of me? Would he embrase Me with love or just leave.
So the guy finally approached my bed.
“Mata…Mata mungai, is my name sir, you are?” Oh my God!! You should have heard his voice. It was so dead. Is this how he should talk to his dad?
” Charles mwage…how are you son?” I was so lost I didn’t know what to say. I mean what would I have said to a 30’s son who has never seen me before. I didn’t know what to do and it was getting even more weird. Am told I had been in a coma for about 5 months now so I didn’t understand what he was doing here or where he came from. Apart from that I didn’t know who brought him here. It’s been about 20 years since I saw his mother so it didn’t make sense. Making a lot of mistakes as a young man would haunt me to my last breath. I knew it. There was no way I was going to catch up with pipes all over my body, to supply water, oxygen in the body. In so much pain. All the same something good had happened. A reunion or is it a first time meeting .I didn’t see my son to date, I just hope he’ll somehow forgive me. It still hurts me that I have never been a father figure to him or to my other kids I definitely have no idea about

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