Lost language

When I am down in low spirits I just remember my grandmother who gave heart to continue living. Her words will always be with me forever. They really made a change in my life. Said Susan.
My grandmother speaks in parables, making conversation about the weather or cows when she's actually talking about people or life. We enjoy the benefit of her eyes when she speaks of long time long lost. It looks beautiful, mysterious. She seems to understand far more than we imagine. She is one of the many libraries of knowledge, of our history and our transition. She carries the experience of change in her, which we may need to understand sometime. This words will help me forever.

Location: , Nairobi, Kenya