Sunday, 7 February 2016

The World's Worst Relatives

I have the world's worst grandfather. He was a zoologist.
I bet he could have taught me a lot about biology. I bet he could have kept it interesting for me while school on the other hand has stripped away whatever interest I had in the subject. I bet he could have kept my mind from dropping off in Science and my grades sliding down.
But he didn't.

I have the world's worst uncle. He was my mother's brother.
My mom keeps telling me he had a lot of friends. He was short like me but didn't get teased for it. He definitely could have helped me with my troubles in school. He could have imparted his social skills and not made me an awkward freak like I am today.
But he didn't.

I have the world's worst uncle and grandfathers. They knew a lot about football.
 They could have guided my passion in the sport. Maybe I wouldn't have turned out to be an Arsenal fan and spending those nights crying when we had the league snatched from us, a heartbreak in a cup or a big loss to a rival. My grandfather even was the vice-president of his local club. They could have taught me to play football and maybe I wouldn't have started hating this sport I once loved.
 But they didn't.

I have the world's worst Uncle. I bet he knew a lot about girls.

He even married one! I bet he could teach me a lot about how to handle the other gender. Maybe I wouldn't have been so shy around them all the time and maybe I could've charmed the one I always liked in school. He could have definitely helped me with my err....smoothness.
But he didn't.

I have the world's worst grandfather. I bet he went through a lot of tough times.
He was born just around the Independence, I think. He went through a lot of tough times, or so I'm told. I bet he could've help me get through mine.
But he didn't.

I have the world's worst Uncle. He was a doctor who trained in the NCC too!
He was quite strong and good-looking too.Once he got out of there he became a on-field doctor. But he smoked. I'm sure he could have helped me with being fit and charming instead of this unattractive bag of potatoes.
But he didn't.

I have the world's worst grandfather. He was a big foodie.
He used to get some new treat from the stalls on the street for my mother. He could have done the same for me too, you know. I'd have a much better understanding of food and I'd like to have actually had a delicious dinner cooked all by me. He could have helped me with everything food.

I have the world's worst relatives. They're just pictures on the wall.

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What kind of a doctor smokes and throws his life away and dies? He could have stayed. I understand the knowledge wasn't out yet smoking killed but he should have known better. He left me all alone and there's so many things we could have done. He left his wife all alone and went straight back to a better place. 
He's really the world's worst uncle.

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What kind of a grandfather doesn't want to tell his stories to his grandson? Take him out to eat on a nearby stall he knows which sells amazing samosas maybe. Read brilliant books together instead? Here I am looking at his picture at the centre of the wall. His eyes follow me throughout my room. What kind of a grandfather denies his grandson all these pleasures? 

He really is the world's worst grandfather.


What kind of monsters are they?
My uncle died on the 28th of March 2001.
My grandfather died on the 7th of March 2002.
They're the type of monsters because of the things they didn't do rather than the things they did.
They're the type of people that you miss.

Finally a raw post.
Patrick Daitya

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