Hey.. It has been some time since I posted here.. I was recovering from a traumatic experience.. I can’t even try to imagine how I will keep on going but am trying hard..
The only consolation I have right now is that my bed and I are still married. Have you called me and I told you I was busy?? Asked me out and I told you I couldn’t make?? Well, marriage takes dedication.. I am trying to make this marriage work.. please don’t ruin it for me..
Back to my traumatic experience.. (this isn’t a read for the weak hearted or those that love me)..
A guy I met in the streets of Nairobi called me.. he asked me to go out with him.. well, I can’t . I already told you all am married.. I got my ass into a bus.. (well y’all know am Kikuyu so maybe not much ass) but I got it in a bus anyway and headed home..
Having turned down a guy , I felt bad for him and decided to treat myself and hope he would feel better after I had eaten..
I alight at the market at around 7:30 p.m… fish it is.. am gonna feed myself with fish and ugali..
I shopped for fresh fish, bell peppers, chillies, onions and tomatoes.. I even got a cup of milk for the stew and wished I could access coconut.. well, couldn’t..
I walked home hurriedly and diverted my calls just in case anybody decided to call when am enjoying my fish and ugali.. In my mind, I was enjoying creamy fish stew with ugali… damn.. Did I mention I cheat on my husband sleep with food??
Fish is sacred.. it’s my love.. thanks to
being broubrought up aamongst brothers who fish..
Soon as I get to the house, I drop my bag at the door.. same as my shoes and anything that doesn’t involve food..
I get water in small basin and get my fish out.. time to wash up!!!
This is where I almost break down… I could cry or scream.. I could mourn but am too shocked.. I can feel a painful lump forming on my throat.. I simply cannot live in Kenya anymore.. I need a husband even if Ugandan to get me out of this corrupt country.. I am willing to marry a 90 year old white to leave..
Writing about this is more painful than I thought..
Just imagine inside my fresh fish.. just at the throat are about four.. 4 freaking earthworms.. those slimy, red or pink bastards are writhing in my fish.. my fish.. my own freaking fish.. they could have picked any other fish but no no no.. they decided on mine..
And they are alive and have the guts to writhe soon as they touch water..
I simply can’t talk about this anymore.. it’s too soon.. maybe the guy who wanted to go out with me is a wizard.. Or nature really really hates me..
Anyway, I slept hungry and right now I can’t even look at my favorite food.. am hysterical and still trying to recover.. No worries..It’s time my best friend Leila made herself useful in my life and suggested a good psychologist..
All are welcome to send their messages of consolation.. even money is acceptable.