Family Things

My mum thinks I complain a bit too much and a few other people back her up, but I don’t. I promise those who back her up don’t like me and I am beginning to doubt my mum when she says she loves me..

Today though, I want to rant. It’s some minutes to midnight and I am at my aunt’s house. Here, I don’t really know who to complain to because there are nice people apart from one gigantic evil cousin. We went to the same school and I was hoping by the time he was done with campus, some changes might have taken place. Oh how he disappoints. He is still the same and I must say that school has failed miserably at taming this one. He won’t let me have my peace at all.

When we were making supper a few days ago, he started talking which implies my prayer for him to be quiet was shift+Ctr+Del on the air before they got to heaven. He is on my case for completing four years in campus and still single. I sincerely have no idea why he had to pick on this topic of all others. Not like he has any girl interested or hooked up on him!! He says I have failed partially because when one leaves campus, they should have a hubby prospectus. Who needs one?

I blocked him mentally and managed to get through that session peacefully. The problem is, when he had to wake me up yesterday morning, he adopted the Madea way of doing it. He poured cold water on my face.. seriously, I am getting offended by this one considering all I did the last time I woke him up was place a cabbage leaf on his neck.. I know it might have been frozen for staying in the fridge for a few days but I didn’t deserve water on my face.

I know you understand especially if you have such younger siblings, I am not complaining..

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I am a farmer’s daughter

It has been a long dry spell
We want our plants taller
My mum is a farmer and
I am her daughter
The winds are blowing hard
The clouds have swallowed the sun
The skies pregnant with rains
Soon we are going to plant

We watch expectantly
Pleading with the rain gods
Our hopes have soared
No longer flat like our bare land
It only took the clouds to raise them

Suddenly the wind direction changes
It’s no longer katabatic
The clouds disperse, the skies clear
The sun rays can be touched
Shining stronger as if laughing at us
The winds blow up our soils and sweep them away with our hopes

I watch the light go out my mother’s eyes
At tears glitter, another season like this she can’t afford to take the farmer’s daughter to school

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Can men pick a channel??

Is it the men am around or is it all over that men can settle for another television channel to watch if it isn’t super sport or Nat Geo?? I am sitting with my dad’s brother who simply can’t settle for any. And it reminds me when I was relaxing in a friend’s house and he couldn’t settle for any either.. so can’t my brother and it’s pissing me off!!!

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Dearest diary

It’s 12:20 a.m. on Saturday..  Don’t ask me what the date today is because it slipped away from my mind. I am writing on you dear diary because you aren’t going to tell on me. The fact that I am not asleep yet and that I have a rumbling stomach till I had to google on the remedy just to find out that it is a symptom of nothing serious.

Dear diary,  my bed feels warmer than usual because it has been long since I slept on it but I cleared out of the campus room and left the comfort of the bed my body has been sleeping on for sometime. I also miss my friends and the activity around school that makes it look like the day has just started. Dear diary, I have a lot on my mind because my work in campus mainly involved breaking the ten commandments and am sad that my mum is happy am back safe but I am not. You see dear diary, part of that innocent soul that went to school never came back. Actually like all of it. The genuine smile has been replaced by a fake laugh. The heart that believed in romance has been turned cynical. The trusting soul now thinks everybody is just acting. Every good deed is viewed with suspicion and wondering what someone wants back.

Dear diary, I am not really proud of myself right now and I wish I can be somewhere that I really can say what is in my mind. Every phase passes but I think this one has taken a toll on me. Don’t tell on me dear diary but I think campus was more of life school than books. I made mistakes and even surprised myself by out doing myself in mistakes. My dearest, I will not whisper to your lines what I have done for even walls have ears and the wind might carry the information to the wrong ears but trust me, if you were me you would be awake writing on a diary.

I hope dear diary, that I will find myself back and repent on breaking commandments. Then maybe I can be at peace. I also hope that I will find a job before I graduate so that I can have my own money to spend.

I know you were waiting in me to write something on romance dear diary but even you I don’t trust, so how can I hope that it happens to me when I can’t even trust a book??

I will sleep now. Goodnight dear diary. I hope my pen didn’t hurt you much

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Taking a tuk tuk

It has been long since I posted something and I think my mind is going blank. However, today I am visiting a friend who lives in a place where taking a bus will have me dropped at a long walking distance which I don’t like so I get advised to take a tuk tuk.. The experience is worth telling. This is a very small locomotive that to me looks like a big toy with three wheels and a tent over it, plus a guy who wants to make a living. It’s darn low and I can see all the buses towering above it and all I do is close my eyes and hope that it will not be hit by any of them because I  really would hate to die at my age..  it produces the sound of a motorbike and we are really congested in one small seat that you can hear the people breathing  and I can’t wait to get off.

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Taking a tuk tuk

It has been long since I posted something and I think my mind is going blank. However, today I am visiting a friend who lives in a place where taking a bus will have me dropped at a long walking distance which I don’t like so I get advised to take a tuk tuk.. The experience is worth telling. This is a very small locomotive that to me looks like a big toy with three wheels and a tent over it, plus a guy who wants to make a living. It’s darn low and I can see all the buses towering above it and all I do is close my eyes and hope that it will not be hit by any of them because I  really would hate to die at my age..  it produces the sound of a motorbike and we are really congested in one small seat that you can hear the people breathing  and I can’t wait to get off.

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Time to leave

Four years ago sounds like ages ago but to me it’s just time flown by. Before joining school, I had to go back to the admissions board to revise my courses so that I could get a chance to the university of Nairobi. My dad was determined to see me in this particular one. September 2011, I was amongst the many freshmen to join and was darn worried from the campus stories I had heard.

I secured accommodation in another campus and it was like commuting everyday to school in a bus that belonged to the school of law. We argued about seats with our fellow freshmen from the school of law day in day out. Waking up late, running after the bus with undone hair and a cup of coffee, standing all the way to school, life was hectic. For me it was even more so because I took to playing badminton up to late night and had to wake up early daily so I was always sleepy. This was in the School of Business and everyone knew we were the freshmen who couldn’t secure accommodation in the School of humanities so we had lots of guys after us. The christian Union made it worthwhile though, we visited children’s homes, rehab centers and taught Sunday school. It was a great life and I was busy doing everything else apart from reading. First year flew by and when my results were out, I escaped fail narrowly, perfected badminton and made hundreds of friends.

Second year, I still got no room in my campus. I stayed with my aunt and got late to school almost everyday. Taking a bus daily to school, falling asleep on a stranger’s shoulder, forgetting my fare and bargaining for the bus fare to be lowered was the way of life. I gained weight, I lost my badminton skills, I spent my time in the library waiting for my cousin to pick me up and my grades went up.

Third year, I was a senior student. When no room was offered in campus, I went to the accommodation offices backed up by a few friends and secured myself a great room. Life was back. I took to jogging and playing badminton in sports clubs, I joined the school team and became captain. I played the All Africa games and majored in sociology. That year did go by very fast.

Fourth year, I was worried I was old. Really old. I was expected to behave more maturely so I played badminton and tennis and still went jogging. Mature, right? First semester just went by and I didn’t even notice. Second semester just ended and I have nothing to show off for since it was really short apart maybe from meeting a great guy and letting him go and feeling like a moron afterwards, but now am packing. I am going out to finish up my project then wait to graduate late this year.

I will miss campus, the freedom of acting really stupid and people let it pass. I will miss the campus guys whose stupidity never ceased to amuse me. I will miss eating out on people’s bill and of course the free WiFi that I could access from my room. I have my regrets, I have had my moments but trust me am glad I made it through campus and am finally leaving.

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When I cry on the pillows

Today is my relaxing day after sitting two exams yesterday and ending up dead beat. It’s also my resting day because no offers on lunch or supper so am just going to spend the day in bed, take no shower and not brush my teeth.

This won’t happen though because as soon as the sun peeks, my very stupid friend calls me up and wants someone to vent to and bless my heart, I am the unlucky soul who have to listen. So she comes up despite my attempt to convince her that am feeling terrible. I get off, brush my teeth and stick to the no shower plan.

Let me tell me about myself, people think I am a good listener but trust me, I am not. When need be, I let my mind drift and let someone vent hoping they don’t expect me to say anything. Today, I am not worried about getting my mind something to think about because I already have much bothering me already. I have a certain guy in my mind, I have an exam that I did yesterday and hoping I don’t flog plus I also have that stupid project that I have to submit before I graduate. None of those are good thoughts including the guy.

My friend is here and I have to listen to her go on about her relationship issues and in my mind am thinking she is lucky she has something to whine about when I only meet.. well, shall we say morons? Not all though.

I am listening to her today because she apparently needs me to hear her out and I tell her I don’t think she really loves the guy because she isn’t crying. She gives me that look that have me jumping out of my skin and says unlike me, she has emotions.

Wait.. when did we start talking about me here?? I do have emotions only that I might not remember when I cried in public. I don’t find it necessary to evoke pity from people because that’s all crying publicly does.. evoke pity and sympathy when in most situations that I cry in, I don’t need pity. All I need is a kick on the butt or a shove to get me back to reality, unless it’s a death scenario.

That’s where my pillows come in. They will never pity me. They just lie on my bed emotionless and say nothing. That’s the ideal crying companion because they will never tell or sympathize with me when in reality, the truth is, the relationship you crying over isn’t worth it. My pillows do absorb my tears and when I feel better, I wash my face reach out for my little piece of mirror and remind myself I am the best and whoever doesn’t realize that is dumb.

When I cry on my pillows, people label me emotionless when am around them, while am just glad I have a pillow.

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If only.. the feminist view

This is a post by Joy K

Don’t get me wrong, because I am still a feminist. Yes, I am defensive before I say it to ascertain you that I believe in gender equity. Whilst most feminists incline towards fighting for the rights of the females only, I am a believer that females should be men’s equals but the fulfillment of the desire to equate the girl child should not infringe the rights of the male child. That being beside the point, right now I’m a bit critical on this equity issue. No, am not changing my stand of being a feminist, but truth is we are different. Men are different from women as much as women are different from men. Men carry the seed of reproduction while women are the incubators of the infants. Mmm…this is an interesting fact to me. Though one may think that this is a point that emphasizes that women will never be men’s equals, I think this is a point that shows that we need each other.  Keeping some scientific facts at bay (where women can reproduce without the man’s seed), and concentrating on the natural reproduction process, the existence of both males and females depend on both male and female. Thus, we hold the same power of survival. If only everyone could get to see this…if only…

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