A few weeks ago, you left. I had no idea nor would I have guessed you would leave.
Sam messaged me.. I thought he was playing a bad joke on me.. you know Sam. Apart from being ugly, he is a joker. This time it was a bad joke though.
My phone rang.. Ma calling. I started crying.
I thought it was a bad dream.. Someone would wake me up and say Trevor Noah is coming into Kenya.. then I would be happy.
It didn’t happen.
Maybe, if you see from up there, you are wondering why I didn’t write sooner..
Well, I went home. With same little shopping for you. Hoping to find you and get blessings.
‘When is the husband coming I ?’ You would ask..
‘uhmmm… soon ma.. soon..’ I would say. You would laugh, make tea and listen to us banter with a smile on your face.. later I would go home.
Next visit, there would be food.. and lots if it.
I came in in the evening. Courageous.. holding onto a small black paper bag. You would be there.
People moving around your compound. It was muddy. Women with lesos around their waists..
Their eyes red.. either from crying or from the smoke…
Men with hands folded.. whispering at each other..
Suddenly it is cold.. I clutch my bag strongly .
‘Are you okay?’ Ma asks
‘I bet’ I whisper.
I want to turn back. But I can’t. I will find you.. then we will send them all away..
Your rich laughter will be heard.. we will have tea… I wouldn’t mind discussing husbands with you.. I promise..
She got sense of humor.. she is beautiful..
She is the best of humans I have met..
She sent photos of family.. we chat..
I want my mum to adopt her in our family.
It might look odd though, she is white..
She wanted to share her father with me..
I fell in love..
She fell ill.. Emails reduced.. cheer decreased..
I don’t know how to get to her..
Her blog closed. Her domain is up for sale… I want to get to her.
But she is oceans away..
Melanie Mirate where are you??
Someone got any idea where this angel went to??
I say a prayer for you always love..
I hope you do come back..
Does anyone know where my sister went to??
I will be forever in debted
I am partially awake when I open my what’s app this morning… My semi conscious mind reminds me of that funny text
Well, I would text bae… just that bae is me. And I have myself right there.
Video clips auto download and I struggle to open my eyes to watch.. one is just a stupid funny clip of a pregnant mama dancing herself to sweat or to death maybe.. I smile lazily.. I need to brush my teeth..
The other clip has me wide awake.. what the hell!!
It is child porn.. someone forwarded it and attached the text
‘Watch out if you have younger siblings’
I would explain the details just that I feel totally sick and my stomach wouldn’t hold it.
‘Who the heck recorded this??? ‘
Is my first reaction..
The boy is approximately 8yrs whereas the girl could pass for 13.
The boy is being taken advantage of clearly. I just can’t explain this..
I have no kid and I have no idea on how to get one not taken advantage of but I think parents should tell kids to maybe run when someone touches them in certain areas or sexually. (I have no idea how to pull that one).
I don’t know where the world is headed but it feels like moral decay has finally touched surface.. We can all see the effect and the stench is assaulting our minds..
Where do we go?
I really don’t like the idea of growing old at all.. and I bet nobody does.. When a friend’s birthday comes up though, you are reminded that age is still on your back.. 30 is seemingly 4 years away and am darn not happy about it. Family is looking at me expectantly to introduce ‘someone’
(Ladies am sure you understand)..
Well, even my mum is making a point of asking if am going home alone every time I say am visiting.. it makes me feel so ancient..
However, nothing like someone is happening in the near future so age catch up with me or not… am young at heart..
Birthday parties are a must go though..