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Cucu Wanjiku

I woke up this morning and for the life of me Cucu Wanjiku has been hovering in the back of my mind. I remember her quips her wit and sarcasm and the nasy little names she would call us which, for her were terms of endearment. Cucu Nd'undu called us by nicer and polite names and when asked Cucu Nd'undu said she couldn't call us those names because she was of good manner. You need the Gikuyu accent for this one. Cucu Wanjiku was also Nana to her great grandchildren. I remember in 1987, when she would watch the film Madhumati 10 times a day and said that she did not want to watch the cartoons as they stank! What l know of Cucu Wanjiku was that she was a freedom fighter and how they whipped a home guard who had been especially cruel to Mum and Tata Margaret. I also realised that my grandparents are no longer alive and then remembered how Muthoni and I insisted that we had to go and stay with her.... that is a story for another day.

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By Blogger Mshairi at 8:52 am

Grandmothers, we salute ya!    

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