I was having a good Monday night out with my best former colleague (BFC) at a watering hole (after having a casual celebratory dinner for a former co-worker's birthday, when I got a call from my aunt. I'm not comfortable with calls, it's either good news or bad news. She relayed to me that Mutsi (that's one among pet names we call my mother's eldest brother) died at around 10. He was 73 years old.
When I told my former colleague that I had to go home in awhile (we had planned to night-out longer) because my uncle has died and I know that I will be the one to assist my mother as I know she'd be the one to carry out my old uncle's requests, BFC gave me consoling look and told me, "It's God's will, I think, to have him rest now." I gave BFC an assured smile.
In my previous work (in insurance), I encountered a few people who proudly told me that at their age now (usually above 50), they think they've already met their quotas. Colloquially, when things are already all good, people say, "Quota na!" I think, Mutsi, who was a bachelor, may be already quotang-quota.
In my previous work (in insurance), I encountered a few people who proudly told me that at their age now (usually above 50), they think they've already met their quotas. Colloquially, when things are already all good, people say, "Quota na!" I think, Mutsi, who was a bachelor, may be already quotang-quota.
Today, I woke up early to run errands for my mother. My uncle is to be cremated.
