As we bury Masinde Muliro's widow, we should shun those who want us to forget our history

NAIROBI: If they should ask you where the rain started beating us, tell them it was in the house. It began soon after we entered the house. Yet, it was not as if we had not expected the huge downpour. Nor were we unconcerned. I am reminded of the rain of State because today, Saturday October 10th, we lay to rest Mama Marcia Muliro, in Sibanga Village, Cherang’ani.

Mama Marcia was the wife to the late Henry Pius Masinde Muliro. I recognise that the name might not mean anything to some. Less still is the possibility that they would know Mama Marcia. She was a self-effacing lady. She stayed away from our prying eyes and pens, even when Muliro lived. She only surfaced for a few days after her husband’s strange demise in August 1992. He collapsed at the airport, after a trip abroad. They said many things about his death. We will probably never know the truth. Mama Marcia went back into her quiet world after the burial. Her own burial today is an opportunity to fuss and forget.