“Its four o’clock in the morning/ sleeping is too mainstream/ said you’d
wake up soon/ so I’ll just continue doing my own thing/ pretending I’m not
trying to wake you/ with all this noise I’m making.”
I would make a shitty songwriter! How are you my love? No,
do not turn your face away from me! I know I have been away for too long, you
probably stopped your daily vigil at the patio of the house, waiting for my
figure to show itself on the long winding road. Yet you must know that not a
day passes when I do not think of you my love! You always tag at the corners of
my mind like Sapphire to Eragon. (Yes I’ve started the inheritance cycle! See
how I eased it into this love letter!) You must never tire of waiting for me,
as Caroline continually waited for Corin till she was in her hundreds (Another
book! The legend! Warau how goes thy reading?) Love me endlessly as it’s only
your love that keeps me going and it will always bring me back to you. Even as
Blogger becomes old school meaning we might have to move soon you should know
the memories we’ve made here are too precious to discard. May you never tire of
me, for when you do then I become nothing.
Let me fill you in on my travels Dear, I have been to the examination
centre in Chiromo, twice! Wiggling in my seat as my brain was hard pressed for
answers it knew it must give. Those were dark days love, dark. You should know if
you ever are in the same situation, that the best place to sit is on the third
floor at the far right corner of the hall where the sun may smile at you, a
slight breeze may revive you and the walls support you. You are also close to
the washrooms incase you need to answer a call of nature or a question which
you’re sure you know the answer but need a little reminder. Ensure you sit with
your friends, those who are willing to aid you in the rat race that is the awarding
of your degree. You must sit at the most optimal position, the brighter of your
friends should be on your left and in front of you, and never two seats away you hear?
I went away to Nakuru Love, it was amazing (or amaazing like
Penny says it in happy endings). I had been promised Baringo but we took too
long to leave Nairobi so we had to settle for Nakuru or Kenya’s Las Vegas!
Sweetheart if you decide to partake in such ramblings ensure you will be warm,
carry a sweater, extra pair of jeans, shawl. Ensure you have enough water too
and enough money to get you through the trip. No small embarrassments! Hatutaki aibu ndogo ndogo! Things can go south pretty fast and you
may need to get yourself back home as fast as possible without resorting to
your parents. Remember parents are the LAST resort, short of you all doing a
small harambee and almost trekking to the nearest town. Please visit the
viewpoint and buy a little trinket as a souvenir, you might need it as proof
that you have done crazy things in your youth! Life is too short, YOLO. Visit
our country’s lakes too, they’re fast drying up yet they still are as beautiful
as ever. Devastatingly beautiful. It’s like watching the one you love slip away
from this life. May that not happen to us my sweet banana. In Nakuru do not
approach cute descendants of Adam whilst inebriated, short of embarrassing
yourself in public, they will give you their names which you will struggle to
remember whilst in the throes of a hangover and it will be a futile activity.
Be content Love, I will always be enough for you.
When we finally go away together Love, if you have any
pent-up issues with me either cancel the trip or clear the air before we
embark. Otherwise keep it to yourself until we come back. Alcohol will only
make the issue worse so it’s either you stay sober or resort to plan two, which
was to empty your chest so that we fight in the privacy of our own house. There
is no need to inconvenience, embarrass or devastate our fellow friends. Forcing
them to choose sides and keeping us from wringing each other’s necks. If you
must say cruel words only to hurt me then why are you with me? I would rather
we parted ways without internally damaging ourselves. When you have time,
please look for the trending topic #traintales on twitter and it’ll give you a
clue on what people see in such public arguments. You will not believe what I
have endured Love, it sickened me how they made their love look so dark. Their
own version of Lady Gaga’s Bad Romance, it didn’t even look as hot as she makes
it look! I saw single people give silent prayers of gratitude to the man
upstairs. Yes, they gave thanks! Even in this winter season where
#teamforeveralone has been losing members like flies dropping at an electric
fly catcher. They seemed to think of their cold large beds with such
wistfulness that I did not have the moral ground to tell them that two is
definitely better than one, my love, as you have taught me it is.
My one and only I have a confession to make. I took part in
a charity event and I did not invite you to watch me and I’m sorry. Now you can
turn your face away from me and I wouldn’t blame you but give me a chance to
redeem myself as I tell you all about it. We practiced for two weeks Love,
after the exams (dark days) but became really serious the last week. We managed
to perfect everything a day to the event Deary. It was a brutal time, practice
by practice, not sure if we would be able to do it, our different commitments
in life butting in, you would not believe! The small dramas we had! Like
whether we would have to remove one of our members due to her lack of memory
retention on the moves. She was like a goldfish in those moments and I say this
with all the love you know I have. However she managed to pull through and we
have never been more grateful. There was also the overreaction by you-know-who.
We have discussed her sometimes when I was feeling really low my love and you
helped me see different perspectives. Of course, some people went and sang her
tune till she came back. I believe this will only make her messed up
convictions about herself only stronger but what do I know. She should have
been the one to apologize as it was a charity event, where it wasn’t about her
but she made it so. Yet you say I’m the bitch narcissistic one, Love? I
will not try to defend my bad traits here though.
Speaking of bad character traits, I’m afraid some popped out
during the rehearsals; I might have ticked off Kare (understatement!) and
pushed her to the limit. You would have been ashamed of me my only fish in Lake
Victoria but you will be happy to know I recognised it and apologised
profusely afterwards. I don’t know if I angered anyone else; if it’s getting on
someone’s nerves, everyone crossed that boundary and then some. However, true
anger I’m not sure, if I did, sorry, whoever you are! There love, just like you
taught me too, acknowledge, accept and apologise. Told you I was learning! Mpenzi, I finally accepted
I’m in the bracket of #teammasufferer when I had to walk through the streets of
Westlands in the thick of night from Oshwal Centre and head all the way to the
stage to still use public transport. It was a crazy experience! There we were,
already scared shitless walking in a pack at night, and then some woman had the
audacity to check her doors as we passed by! I have two questions my angel; do
I look like a thug? I didn’t know my build was menacing or maybe it’s because
criminals can take different forms. Two, why would anyone want to rob a Vitz?
It was a Vitz dear, can you believe that! It wouldn’t be worth much, I’m better
off saving more money and buying a plot of land but that’s just me. I boarded
that matatu and paid my ten shillings to town with my head held high. Even
#teammasufferer have their standards you know. P.S we need to start saving up
for a car.
The event itself was stunning! The décor, the audience, the
food and last but not least the performances were all superb. Not to blow my
own horn but we were awesome and such a different act to the event! Hell, even
my mother liked it! My own mother liked it! There is no going back from that
ego trip mtu nguyas! I’m on a beautiful trip that is speeding towards the
Miguna Miguna lands; the areas known as Kanye West are still far off. I danced
with all the vigor that this daughter of Ramogi could muster and yes, my love
my teeth were forever in the limelight. You know it’s my powerful automatic
reaction to smile the minute I’m in the spotlight. The pictures did not
disappoint, they showed what I had envisioned and then some! Riz. Mehar
photography is definitely giving Mutua Matheka a run for his money and you know
where our photography loyalties lie, Love. If you’re being the doubting Thomas
that I know you to be you can check out his facebook page. There are people who
can sing sweetheart! When you hear them you shall surely leave me but when the
day comes please restrain yourself, for you know my love runs deep and you
shall never be able to dive as well anywhere else but here, with me. Remember
that.
I have to leave now, for it’s no longer 4 am but 6.30 and I
need to start preparing to head to where my bread is buttered and my tea
creamed. Goodbye for now dear, and remember as Heathcliff was nearly driven to
madness by the closeness of Catherine’s ghost which stubbornly refused to make
itself known, so I too will be driven to madness by the very thoughts of you,
only to be cured by your tangible touch.
Note: This form of
writing was inspired by the blog Dear Doris by @arungaian (www.deardoris.wordpress.com) .This man does not disappoint. I am but only a
humble fan.
