I'VE GOT YOU.
Where have you been?. that is the most asked question.
hello, im here.
so there is this talkative kid in our apartment, her name is Shiku. Shiku moves up and down the stairs at least ten times a day singing songs i cant relate with. Doesn't she get tired? Sasaaa(insert smart joker's voice), my door happens to be next to that stair and more often than not; it acts like the bus stop on her up and down escapades. She calls me 'Ceye' and my jirani 'ango Sam'. One morning i eavesdropped on her conversation with Ango sam, she was requesting for a favour. Me? udaku? no, i let them be,after peeping out the window and laughing at my neiba of course. later that afternoon i decided to bask,i opened the door kunywee! and there was Shiku seated on the stair next to my door holding her chin in deep thought, like she has bills to pay, husband problems and loans for children kind of posture..for a moment i was shocked. is it even legal for a 4yr old to be stressed?. so i sat next to her. started a conversation, she didnt respond. she was seriously stressed out. so i put my TOT-ship aside and asked 'Shiku, unataka?' she replied with a question ' ukona bob Ceye?' . oookay one shilling? i met her needs and she lived happily ever after. Shiku left me in thought, i invited myself into Ango Sam's house, he seated on his usual seat and andy sam on the opposite,they are both typing away on their laptops. I be like 'on a scale of 1 to 10,how much do you need right now?'.. andy sam took a book and pen and i knew algebra was coming down. so we just surrundered the money mathafus and the philisophical three-wisemen ango sam gave us a lecture on people's needs being different and the anga 'fuuewd, fuued , fluid, fwrd,fewrdf's theory' okay,that guy he likes to quote. In the end people's needs are different. A problem might be a problem to you and a joke to another.
Last week i was scheduled for a court session. Sitaki mushene. I spend the previous afternoon preparing. According to my mother's "be a girl" constitution,article 34,section 8765; "no girl should be found looking like her problems". I pimad all kinds of clothes for once, that was an easy task. Now the emotional preparations part left me on the floor stress eating a family sized bag of chips until my tummy begged to quit, buut,i was not raised a quitter so i finished it anyways. That morning, i wore my white legging, a top and avoided anything that might reach my hand and be a weapon eg heels and my all big handbag. Seated thru the case proceedings i just realized people bleed emotions even in the small little ways.I could read the feelings, the guilty ones,the framed ones the good and the victim of circumstances. That was not a fun thing to do,buut my nerves calmed down. At the end of the day, there's the good and the bad. Life begins like any other, mother's touch and smile but somewhere between then and now people turn out to be what they were not meant to be. Time moves one you choose to exfoliate yourself a new skin or just stay covered in mud .Whatever keeps your chicken wargon afloat.
Today marks 7days of voicelessnes, you know what sucks,people whispering back at me. I visit my doc occasionaly, he cute but he breaks my heart..seriously, he used the doctor's earphones (that thingy they put on the ear and listen to my heartbeat) on me, it was cold,very cold on my skin that i felt my chest bone dislocate and i think it crushed my heart in the process. who loves cold earphones? not me definately. Its his job though,people got to make a living and have passion for life. In the end you choose to find happiness in happenings or let the happenings find your happiness and take it to timbuktu.
ps, i still got you my people, stories are coming in abandance. It's a fine fine precious life. Live it the best way you know how to. lovely day y'all.
hello, im here.
so there is this talkative kid in our apartment, her name is Shiku. Shiku moves up and down the stairs at least ten times a day singing songs i cant relate with. Doesn't she get tired? Sasaaa(insert smart joker's voice), my door happens to be next to that stair and more often than not; it acts like the bus stop on her up and down escapades. She calls me 'Ceye' and my jirani 'ango Sam'. One morning i eavesdropped on her conversation with Ango sam, she was requesting for a favour. Me? udaku? no, i let them be,after peeping out the window and laughing at my neiba of course. later that afternoon i decided to bask,i opened the door kunywee! and there was Shiku seated on the stair next to my door holding her chin in deep thought, like she has bills to pay, husband problems and loans for children kind of posture..for a moment i was shocked. is it even legal for a 4yr old to be stressed?. so i sat next to her. started a conversation, she didnt respond. she was seriously stressed out. so i put my TOT-ship aside and asked 'Shiku, unataka?' she replied with a question ' ukona bob Ceye?' . oookay one shilling? i met her needs and she lived happily ever after. Shiku left me in thought, i invited myself into Ango Sam's house, he seated on his usual seat and andy sam on the opposite,they are both typing away on their laptops. I be like 'on a scale of 1 to 10,how much do you need right now?'.. andy sam took a book and pen and i knew algebra was coming down. so we just surrundered the money mathafus and the philisophical three-wisemen ango sam gave us a lecture on people's needs being different and the anga 'fuuewd, fuued , fluid, fwrd,fewrdf's theory' okay,that guy he likes to quote. In the end people's needs are different. A problem might be a problem to you and a joke to another.
Last week i was scheduled for a court session. Sitaki mushene. I spend the previous afternoon preparing. According to my mother's "be a girl" constitution,article 34,section 8765; "no girl should be found looking like her problems". I pimad all kinds of clothes for once, that was an easy task. Now the emotional preparations part left me on the floor stress eating a family sized bag of chips until my tummy begged to quit, buut,i was not raised a quitter so i finished it anyways. That morning, i wore my white legging, a top and avoided anything that might reach my hand and be a weapon eg heels and my all big handbag. Seated thru the case proceedings i just realized people bleed emotions even in the small little ways.I could read the feelings, the guilty ones,the framed ones the good and the victim of circumstances. That was not a fun thing to do,buut my nerves calmed down. At the end of the day, there's the good and the bad. Life begins like any other, mother's touch and smile but somewhere between then and now people turn out to be what they were not meant to be. Time moves one you choose to exfoliate yourself a new skin or just stay covered in mud .Whatever keeps your chicken wargon afloat.
Today marks 7days of voicelessnes, you know what sucks,people whispering back at me. I visit my doc occasionaly, he cute but he breaks my heart..seriously, he used the doctor's earphones (that thingy they put on the ear and listen to my heartbeat) on me, it was cold,very cold on my skin that i felt my chest bone dislocate and i think it crushed my heart in the process. who loves cold earphones? not me definately. Its his job though,people got to make a living and have passion for life. In the end you choose to find happiness in happenings or let the happenings find your happiness and take it to timbuktu.
ps, i still got you my people, stories are coming in abandance. It's a fine fine precious life. Live it the best way you know how to. lovely day y'all.
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