Monday, 24 December 2012

Of taking risks and third wheeling...


First of all, SALUTATIONS!!!!!! Since being shipped off to our ancestral lands, an internet connection has been slightly hard to come by. After failing repeatedly to guess my father’s laptop password (yeah, we all tried and all our guesses failed!) I have been forced, forced I tell you, to ask for the laptop. Downright asking people! I would have like to say that it took several hours, sore knees, empty promises, and hoarse voices to get it. Throw in one or two tantrums, but nope. Actually it was quite simple, just

“Dad, can I borrow your laptop?”

“What for, you want to surf?”

“Yes, but first I have to write a document.”

“Oh, okay.”

JUST LIKE THAT! I’m still speechless. I guess it’s true what they say, men just need to be told what you want and they’ll give it to you. Hmm… who knew? New lessons learnt every day.

Back to me, so the other day whilst waiting for my already late friend to show up for an afternoon excursion (I’m English like that) I popped in to a restaurant kill time. Let’s be honest, there are very few places in town where you can just bum and still look sophisticated, or with it, or not a Nairobi jobless nigger or pickpocket. If you do know such places, please help a sister out! Anyway after discovering my friend was going to be uber late whilst I was already at the very place we were to meet, I was at a dilemma. Where to go, where to go… Already being on Biashara Street I thought of going, guess where…the Lifestyle lounge. Do not ask me why I didn’t think of Greenview fish fingers or that Lifestyle Lounge has been closed for some time I DON’T KNOW! All I was thinking of was some beef I had once had at the Lounge and that’s its balcony was safe for people-seeing at a table for one. Yes, I am not afraid of eating by myself, a girl’s gotta eat, especially when she’s craving a particular dish and doesn’t have time to go through her phonebook looking for company. Well, needless to say reaching there and meeting a closed Lifestyle Lounge merited a plan B, FAST. I did what I could only do at such short notice, move forward to the other eateries on the street. DO NOT ask me why Greenview didn’t pop up in my head!

Picture that street- I forget its name- where Nakumatt Lifestyle and Galitos are. Where that famous guy who hawks socks is found. Where there’s the furniture shop which has the big circular bed which I have a feeling can revolve round if you want and it has so many little drawers and the shop owners rarely dress it with a nice colour scheme! I think MKU is located there, or is it Multimedia? Okay we all have a good idea where I am. I didn’t want fast food, so cancel all the fast food joints on that street. Now to the right of lifestyle lounge there are two places which serve ‘traditional African dishes’. The first place I didn’t like the colour of their seats, plus they were wooden therefore hard. I want my tooshy to be comfortable. I entered the second one for two reasons. One, there was no other restaurant on that street and I didn’t want to look lost. Two, the two men in front of me entered it like it was their usual joint so I trusted their silent walk of approval. The minute I stepped into the restaurant the waiter at the door welcomed me with a smile and a greeting in Kikuyu. Kikuyu, I kid you not. I kind of look Luhyia and that thought usually holds water just by looking at my legs, but Kikuyu? I almost turned back. I soldiered on, then that funky smell hit me. Every particle in my body was already out of the door and walking opposite the street to Galitos but my whole being was being seated at a table. I was weak. I couldn’t turn back. So I sat down and prayed that the food poisoning would get me at home. I ordered fried meat with rice. The waiter was really nice. Ordered a glass of juice to go with my meal. Then waited. With  bated breath. Like walking down a dark alley where you know there is a 99% chance you will be mugged but stubbornly making your bet on that 1%. You know what? That 1% won! The food was really good. So good that I decided to write about it! The food was fresh, the meat was really good. Like really good (picture my eyes all popped out and me nodding enthusiastically) The price pocket friendly, and the service made me smile.Bonus- No food poisoning! Well Gallrix Restaurant pleasantly surprised me. I was happy.

 The reason why my friend was late was because she had to pick up her hubby up first. The reason why I wasn’t mad was because I understood she had to spend some ‘alone’ time with her special guy, plus less time spent third wheeling. Which brings me to this- TACKLING THIRD-WHEELING.
Now when you’ve been single for as long as I have you will or have been involved in being the extra, the third wheel so to speak. I have been third wheeling since the time when boys and girls began to see each other no longer as enemies. Yes, since class seven. At first you resent it which makes you avoid it at all costs. Eventually, you don’t make such a big deal out of it, heck you even have fun at such moments. Here’s how...

First of all this is not for the faint hearted; neither is it for those wishing to leave the single life. If you completely detest such moments I suggest you DO avoid them because all you’ll do is seep your bile into the gathering and leave a bad taste in everyone’s mouth. So this is not for you. This is for the single girl who is pretty content in their own skin and their current relationship status. Plus you want to keep your friends and you might gain a new one too so no harm done.

1.       Be open: Yes, she’s coming with her boyfriend or he’s coming over while you’re hanging out at her place. You do not need to bolt. Well, sometimes you will have to if the situation calls for it. However most of the time it’s going to be a simple meet up. You don’t have to see yourself as an intrusion or he’s interrupting your girl-time. Think of it like meeting a new friend or an acquaintance who is going to be your friend. Do not act like a dog in a manger. Acting all mad and sullen. You can go with two options: go dumb and observe or talk like a parrot and be observed!

2.       Make friends: Your friend’s boyfriend isn’t an alien from space! He’s just a person who your friend likes, not to take her away from you. You may be surprised about how much you both have in common. After all one common denominator is your friend! There are a couple of dudes whom I met through dating my friends and are now my homies!!!! Plus, they may also have other cute friends which lead to jackpot!!! But you can’t be too close to them, you do not want to mess a good thing. You know what I mean. If you don’t, post a comment, I’ll explain in detail.

3.       Be interesting: Why be boring? Be you. You don’t have to impress this guy, he isn’t yours to. Talk your heart away but don’t embarrass your own friend. You’re there to represent your friend and all her other friends. Remember the saying, ‘Show me your friends and I’ll show you who you are’? Yep, you’re representing. No pressure. Most of the time, your friend’s significant other is also trying to impress you too so he won’t give you a hard time.

4.       Learn to turn a blind eye and a deaf ear: Yes, you will have to learn this skill. You will have to do it in such a way that it doesn’t look awkward. You have to be graceful about it and also learn to anticipate them. Couples tend to be mushy at times, some more predictable than others. Don’t let it get to you; just take it as a natural flow of things.  Every couple should be allowed to show affection for each other without being made to feel like it’s wrong or they should feel stifled because you’re there. A peck here, some sweet nothings there and your own phone should be your best friend. Most couples will not intentionally make you feel truly uncomfortable by going full on PDA. If they do, then your friend is intentionally being a bitch prick.

5.       Don’t take things too personally:  When you all go out, remember your friend is really trying to balance her attention between you two the best way she can. Unfortunately there will be moments when you will be left up in the air so to speak. Don’t fret nor whine. Keep yourself occupied. It’s just for a while. It’s not to intentionally exclude you.

6.       Conversationist needed: This is the perfect time to make fun of your friend. Do not look this gift horse in the mouth! And of course you can both gang up and make fun of the dude too. Or come up with an incredible back-story as to how the two of you became friends. Watch out! This could also be applied to you too! Be a good sport about it. J

7.       Be a team-player: Make your friend look good. Don’t be that girl. The one whom no one wants to introduce to their boyfriends. Please do not be that hussy who flirts with her friend’s dudes and ends up ruining one too many relationships just because of jealousy. Be good. Be kind. Have a good heart. It costs you nothing. Plus the universe will give you exactly what you dish out.

Sharing my little pearls of wisdom on this issue should make it a bit easier for some of us little ladies or should I say women. Remember Louisa May Allcot? J Besides, it is just for a little while, and you will need your friends to reciprocate in the future!

For now people, I’d like to wish all of you a merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Let’s all meet next year. I wish you all life and God’s mercy to be able for all of us to hold hands in 2013 and see it to its end, safe and sound. 

Wednesday, 12 December 2012

The Perfect Man


The perfect man. If there was ever a common mirage in the desert this would be it. You’ve all seen the picture of the lady seated on the bench waiting for the perfect man and she’s …… a skeleton. That’s right, an anatomically correct pile of bones. And we all know that one girl who just might end up being the true sorry version of that and it may very well be me! However I shall quickly exonerate myself by stating that I do not believe in the perfect man. I believe in Mr. There-for-you. Mr. Got-your-back. I believe that a man loving you doesn’t necessarily have to show it via expensive gifts and sweet nothings but by the steadiness of his embrace and by the fact that he puts up with your shit. And let’s face it; we do have a lot of shit.

For those of you who are fans of Bikozulu or are yet to discover this talented man (Jackson Biko of Man Talk) you need to get on his site and click on the Men and Women category. Here he painstakingly explains who a man is. Everyone should read it. While you’re there, you could also check out on who he thinks a woman is, and either cringe or pat yourself on the back because high-fiving is too mainstream. Or use it as a template for in your own search for your better half. Further down is my favourite Bikozulu article of all times –Knickers! Yes I adore that blog post and before you judge me, go read it! Okay enough with free advertising.

A few weeks back I got THE CALL from one of my aunties. The is-there-anyone-special-in-your-life-seeing-as-you’re-almost-done-with-uni call. I swear my eyebrows reached my hairline! Yes, I’m headed to fourth year medicine which means I’m not exactly spring chicken. (I’m serious by the way; the older you get in med school as a girl the slimmer your chances of being asked out by highly eligible bachelors. I could go on but that’s a rant for another day.) Yes, I do not, have not, had a serious meaningful relationship and there doesn’t seem to be any in the horizon. But there’s plenty of time right? I mean I’m in my late teens, (yes, teens! My mother practically still calls me an adolescent) so I still have a long way to go. It’s not like my eggs are a limited number…wait, shoot! Still. Yes, that’s what I have to say in my defence. Besides there’s still the first degree- masters gap that I am yet to encounter so I’m still safe. Breathe DeeDee, breathe.

Anyway she suggested that due to my impending graduation, now approaching fast in my peripheral vision, I cannot afford to waste time trying out all the bloody fish in the sea. I need to be strategic. I need to come with a plan, goals and objectives. I need to make a dream board. I need to make THE LIST. The list of exactly what I want in a man, what qualities I’m I searching for, which gene pool do I want to dip my feet into and who’s surname can I stomach for the rest of my life. My dream guy. My standard. Plus what type of babies do I want; do I want them dark or light? Melancholic or jolly? All female or male? Brown or blue eyes? My head is already spinning.  I just want to curl up in bed and sleep. Which is exactly what I did. It’s been weeks now since the list was mentioned and I haven’t gotten round to it till today. So let’s do this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay.

Ummmmmmm.

Hmmmmmmmmmm.

Maybe I should just sleep on it.

No! I’ve procrastinated long enough. I have to do this, even if it’s to laugh at myself when I’m a wizened old grey-haired lady or to tick the points on the morning of my wedding day. Team no sleep till this is done!

1.       He must be male.
 Yeah, I’m sticking to being heterosexual. I tried being adventurous and it was fun while it lasted. I realised though I was trying to fill a void which unfortunately needs a male perspective. Don’t get me wrong, girls are great and they know their way round the female body, after all the have one. But my heart wants what it wants.

2.       I would really like it if he were tall and dark.
My dad’s tall. There lies the root of my prejudice. Plus I believe in the Napoleon syndrome. I am sorry to every short guy out there but you guys do not put butterflies in my belly. Neither do you stir my loins (I’m I allowed to say that?) The number of times short guys have tried flirting with me and I just found it amusing. I like high heels too. I don’t take short guys seriously. Again refer back on top to my number one reason for this prejudice. I adore dark chocolate; white is too damn sweet and makes me feel sick afterwards. Not dark. Dark chocolate takes me to heaven and back. It makes me want to howl and kick in the air just so you could release that overwhelming sense of joy. Or ecstasy, sometimes I can’t tell the difference. I would recognize all the dark brothers when I walk into a room in five minutes flat. I love it. I love the idea of it next to my own skin. I love how dark men come in different hues and how some just get it right. They stand out. My whole essence basically lights up when I see such men. My heart constantly breaks because they prefer light-skinned girls. The universe is ironical.

3.       Hardworking man.
I believe in hard work. It pays. Hard work never killed anyone, that’s what my Class 8 teacher, Mrs.Attogo would say. That woman whipped me to shape I can tell you that, but she also made me believe in myself. That I could do it. This is one of the reasons why my KCPE marks were so damn good. A man who works hard will provide for that food on the table daily. A hardworking fellow has vision, purpose and drive which are why he wakes up and does his best every day. This man not only dreams but does something about it. I want to sleep and wake up daily next to this man. Stick with him through thick and thin and you’ll be surprised just how far he’ll go, then he’ll leave you for a pretty young thing.

4.       A man who is knowledgeable.
Knowledge is attainable. I read quite a lot. Fact and fiction. Bestsellers, underdogs, fantasy, autobiographies, the English classics. You name it I’ve read it or will read it. Few things make me as happy as opening the wrapper of a new book or sniffing the pages of a second hand book, discovering new words or falling into semi –imagined state where you’re not just reading a book, you’re in the book. This crazy habit was bestowed to me by my very own father who is quite a reader himself. I don’t just need this man to be book- savvy, I want him to be well versed in current events, okay even slightly versed is alright because current events aren’t as fun as historical events. He should love his career and strive to be better in it even if it means being in university at the same time as his kids. I want him to love books because our house will be filled with them. Already I’m surprised at how many places you can look in my room and find a book lodged in somewhere and I placed them there myself! I hope he’s naturally curious so that he can just blurt out some or funny or just huh? fact when I’m with him so that I can laugh. This reminds me…

5.       A man with a sense of humour is worth his weight in gold.
Need I say more? He needs to make me laugh. I love laughing, even if I occasionally snort. Laughing is healthy. After many years of marriage, it could be the only thing keeping us together.

6.       He loves kids.
 I want children, eventually. I want the father of my children to be involved in their lives. I almost always opt for single parenthood whenever I fantasize about the future, then I think of the relationship I have with my dad and stop. I’d like my kid to have that too. A boy should learn about being a man from his father and a girl should see how men should treat her by how her dad treats her mom. God damn it, this is hard!

7.       He is my rock.

8.       He is my complementary half.
My perfect man should also be my best friend. Plus an awesome lover. I hear you can’t have it both ways. Rules were meant to be broken and myths, shattered. I solemnly swear that I will not wear mother union panties, except maybe during my monthly period. He should make me want to better myself and vice versa.

9.       He should be able to at least burst one move on the dance floor.
At least! Plus be a fun sport about it!

10.   Respect, adore, love, cherish.
These are important, no?

11.   Treat me right.
He should take me out. Wine and dine me. Treat me like a queen. I’m not saying live beyond our means but a girl needs to feel appreciated. There are couples who spend their outings in Uhuru Park. You have no excuse. P.S I will not sit in Uhuru Park.

12.   Patience is a virtue that he needs to have.

13.   A man who makes me feel comfortable in my own skin.
I’m really quirky and it takes getting used to. However if you get to see my quirky side, you are clearly way ahead in the list of contenders.

14.   A man who doesn’t leave.
There will be times you will wonder why you’re in this relationship. There are times we will argue. Times I will annoy you, you will make me want to pull out my hair and you will wonder whether I have a loose nut somewhere. There will be bad days. We can ride them out and have the good outweigh the bad, this I can honestly promise.

15.   Generosity and responsibility. Such nice qualities. I want my man to have them. At least these you can note even before you start dating. Sometimes I can be mean, and you might need to gently nudge me in the right direction. A responsible man makes you feel safe and comfortable. I know he’ll take care of me, and I him.

Phew! For now the list stands at 15! Didn’t sound too shallow I hope, nor unrealistic. Oops, forgot one major point- I have to love and respect him. There are plenty other points which will be added or deducted in the future and that’s alright. I know I’m yet to find this guy, or maybe I have and I’m being completely obstinate about it. The point is I’m not going to wait for him to show up on my front door like this is a Disney fairy tale. I’m going to live my life! Whether he steps up or not is his choice, because I’ll be too busy trying to make my life as amazing as I can! What’s on your list?