In half an hour from now we’ll be throwing a spur of the moment birthday party for Humphrey.
Humphrey takes care of our garden once a week.
I did not know it’s his birthday today.
But Humphrey arrived here with a big cake.
His birthday must be noticed.
His humanity must be validated.
The cake becomes an outcry, a sort of metaphor reminding us that countless people from all walks of life arrive and leave unnoticed; men and women who never get to blow out candles and hear the cheers of friends and strangers celebrating the honour of being human.
At the place where I work we tend to make a big fuss about the people that look, talk and think like us. The rest, those who we so easily forget, are just given a cake, but without the cheers.
But not today.
Today will be different, because while the lawnmower growls in the background, and the chicken is cooking in the oven my wife is out doing some extra shopping, because a cake won’t do justice to Humphrey’s worth and value in and around our home and lives.
Nduvha lavhudi lamabebo anu Humphrey!