I HID MY FACE from friends and family when you died. It took me time to attend your wake at your house in Lang’ata. I kept repeating to myself, “Cancer where is thy victory?” Our friendship was such that you had to call me on Wednesday and prepare me for your departure. You asked whether we could meet and have a quick cup of coffee, but I was too busy at Sheria House chasing my registration certificate.
“Omwa, I don’t have long to live,” you chuckled. “I am travelling to Simenya for a Board meeting then I will pass by to see my mother. In case I do not make it back to Nairobi, just remind my family that I want a beautiful funeral. Make sure they dress me well and put red lipstick on my lips.” We laughed and made jokes over that. I did not believe she would be dead by Saturday morning.
Veronica had asked for red lipstick too. I preferred purple while Veronica loved pink. But in one of our regular dinners at Yaya Centre, Nairobi, Kenya – Mary Ted being the most adventurous of us trio had often told us off and insisted that red was the professional color. So, after arguing over our Pizzas, we agreed to turn to red nails and toes and of course, red lipstick. I remember we buried Veronica in red lipstick too.
I saw you lying in your beautiful coffin at the Don Bosco Shrine during your requiem Mass and said I would not cry. You, Veronica Mburu and I had promised each other that we would not cry if any of us died first. But we cried when Veronica died and yesterday I cried as if my heart would break. I cried when all I wanted to do was smile. I tried to smile through my tears but forgive me my dear friend. I could not let you go without a tear, knowing what you had gone through, knowing the deep secrets we shared.
Mary Ted wanted me to be an accountant. I remember Mary Ted mentoring me at the Agricultural Finance Corporation (AFC) where I did my attachment after my ‘A’ Levels. She was the Financial Controller. Caren was our Secretary. After patiently trying me out with figures, balancing sheets with Shakila and Mrs. Mwangoda, and with some goading from Mumo Matemu, the lawyer, Mary and Caren finally gave up on me. “Omwa has too many stories to tell, she does not have a Mathematical mind, so we declare you a Journalist,” she said. We were another trio, Mary Ted, Caren and me. So, when I joined University, I opted for Literature and Linguistics, with Mary pushing me to master my Language ahead of my Journalism career…
When Mary Ted started her Kenya Breast Health Programme in Lang’ata, she picked me from Nation Centre where I debuted as a Freelance Correspondent. The Breast Health office was still bare. It lacked curtains, the wiring was not yet done and there were cables all over the floor. There was no electricity yet and one computer. Two young ladies, volunteers, poured for us two cups of homemade tea from a white flask. The proud smile on Mary Ted’s face was infectious. “This is just a start. I want to reach as many women with Cancer as possible. I want to stop as many women from getting Cancer by encouraging them to go for the test early,” she said. The dream made her eyes glitter with hope. It was an exciting evening and we toasted champagne to a Cancer-less future.
Mary was diagnosed with Cancer on January 5, 1999. True to her dreams, Mary Ted spearheaded and championed a nationwide campaign on Breast Cancer Awareness. She was a counsellor and a great support system to Cancer survivors, allowing them to stay in her house when they lacked accommodation. Many of her clients were thrown out of their homes by their husbands for testing positive to Cancer. Breast Cancer stigma was real. Mary Ted was indeed instrumental in pushing the Government to install Cancer support equipment in Provincial Hospital. Her mobile clinic on Cancer screening became the face of hope in Kenya.
Mary Ted wanted a Breast Cancer Journalist who could break Cancer stories and break the stigma that enshrouded Cancer then. The media would not touch it and there was a general contempt by society for women with one breast. Mary Ted’s first assignment was that I go for a Mammography. After much reluctant persuasion, Mary Ted, Vero and I went to Nairobi Hospital. My tests were fine and of course we celebrated the results.
My first Cancer story was Veronica Mburu. I did the interview as Mary Ted and Vero tried on the latest prosthesis (artificial breast) in town down at Kijabe Street. I had not seen a prosthesis before and I did not know women wore it after they lost their breasts to Cancer surgery. Despite my ignorance and shock, Mary Ted and Vero cat-walked up and down the shop making the salesman and I burst into hysterical laughter. And so, I got into the Breast Cancer family as a Journalist and not as a survivor.
When I did Vero’s story, the challenge was whether we should show the Prosthesis to the public or not. My then editor, Rhoda Orengo took the bull by the horn and published the first Prosthesis photo that shocked Kenyans to the reality of Cancer. The response was overwhelming and Vero had a rough time directing women to Kijabe Street.
At the fundraising dinner for the Kenya Breast Health Programme, I played both roles of Musician and Journalist as I performed with my Kalamindi Band at the Panafric Hotel, Nairobi, backed up by Kenge Kenge Orutu System and Osogo Winyo. Traditional Music was my side hustle.
We went to her sister’s house in Kariakor and found about 50 of her relatives ready to interrogate me.
Mary Ted was democratic with her daughters in a very special way. When I got an assignment from my then Editor, Betty Muriuki, to do a story on families with daughters only and boys only, Mary Ted asked me to talk to the girls and get their approval. We went to her sister’s house in Kariakor and found about 50 of her relatives ready to interrogate me.
We sat in the kitchen where Mary Ted’s sister Margaret Koki made hundreds of chapattis. Mary Ted sent her daughters one by one to the kitchen, sent Koki out and left me alone with the girls to persuade them on why they should appear in the papers. Such wonderful girls, Anne Marie, Amanda and Adelle allowed me to interview them and take their pictures. After lunch, the girls’ aunties interrogated and playfully teased me and finally allowed me to carry out the interview.
The women danced themselves lame and our ever-supportive friend George Otieno of Barclays Bank, whom Mary had nicknamed “Our Husband”, made the evening warm and cheerful.
Then Veronica died, creating a gap in our trio company. Vero died when I was out of the country on assignment. When I got back, Mary Ted and “Our Husband” took me to Vero’s grave in Lang’ata. The grave was well kept by Mary Ted and George with lots of lovely flowers. That had been Vero’s death wish.
So now Mary Ted will be buried tomorrow. She died in the arms of her mother Christine. Mary Ted made a difference to the Cancer community. She had passion for her battle against Cancer. So, my two close friends are gone; Veronica Mburu and Mary Ted – two friends whose mark of friendship passed the test of time.
Your Eulogy was beautiful yesterday. And the Church was all so pink with brave faces. All your friends were there. The girls were brave. They smiled as you would have wished. Three lovely daughters Adelle, Anne Marie and Amanda sang a beautiful hymn in sweet farewell. Mrs. Ida Odinga, Patron Kenya Breast Health Programme paid glowing tribute to Mary and asked Kenyans to make a difference in their own little ways. Breast Cancer survivors showed up in style at the Requiem Mass. Their powerful message was, “what is your purpose in life?” Catholic Priests, led by Father Emmanuel performed final rituals at the Don Bosco Shrine, as they ask God to grant Mary Ted eternal rest.
For me, you were not just the vice chairperson of the National Cohesion and Integration Committee or Chairperson, Nyanza Economic Forum or Kenya’s leading Accountant. You were just Mary Ted, my friend and bosom buddy. Godmother to my great niece and friend Monica. Mary Ted, it was indeed a celebration of your life; the celebration of an achiever. Till we meet on the other shore, Mary Ted – Fare Thee well, my friend!
October is Cancer Awareness month. Individuals are encouraged to go for mammograms, PAP smear, colonoscopy, endoscopy, Breast M.R.I., Digital Rectal Exam (DRE), Biopsy, etc.
Omwa Ombara. Copyright April 12, 2012