Wednesday, August 23, 2006

My Biggest Regret

i had the opportunity to get Mr. Barlow's autograph in my copy of "An Anthrology of East African Poems" by David Rubadiri and David Cook. i never got the autograph because the young lady i asked to do the deed for me, Robinah, developed cold feet mbu because - even though they were neighbours and he's her sister's godfather or something - she had not been to vist him in a really long time. y'all know how he has been in and out of the hospital. so because i was waiting on Robbie to work up the nerve to go vist Mr. Barlow and apologise for having stayed away so long, he up and got worse and then died three days ago. i am gutted.

to her credit, as i post this, Robbie is at the funeral.

bugger. double bugger!


Blogger Iwaya said...

this is not supposed to make you kick yourself even harder but i never met a writer who was more eager for the company of young people, especially ones interested in poetry and writing. i hope his family publish some of his prose. it must be equally entertaining reading.

Wed Aug 23, 04:27:00 pm  

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