One day, Ochagi died.
Ofcourse he did not go to heaven. He knew he was a rascal, so he walked himself straight to hell when he saw the signpost on the wider road.
Now, as he was making acquittance with with the devil by the bonfire, his mistress, Philos, joined him and sat quietly beside him.
Reflecting on his life, Ochagi became inconsolable with regret.
When he thought about his kids, he felt he should have seen them more as unique humans and not as his possessions.
Thinking of his wife, he wished he could have been more gracious.
He wished he could have visited his mother more often and told his brother how much he admired him.
He thought about his writing and felt he could have been more candid.
To his students and clients he should have been more forthright. To his friends, more dependable.
Reflecting about his whole life, he lamented that he should have lived more courageously.
After listening patiently to his lamentations, Philos slapped the tears of despondency from his eyes and commanded him to stop being a cry baby, and wake up.
Life is life
Fabio is a mental health professional, researcher and lecturer of psychology at Kenyatta university