I'm in love with a billionaire. Not a millionaire. A billionaire.
He promised to buy off the Masai Mara from the government and make it home. So that I could enjoy the beautiful sunrise every morning. Fresh air. Cool breeze. Gazelles grazing yonder. Lions roar in the horizon. Champagne breakfast. Buttered toast and caviar. Lazy days in tight embrace. Relaxing massages.
He promised around-the-world-in-80days-trips. South Africa to Egypt. Dubai to Paris. The Alps to London. Holland to Hollywood. Canada to Brazil. Cuba to Australia.
..to be continued....
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
I'M PREGNANT!
I went for it. I defied all odds and made the decision. I knew there would be consequences but i didn't care.
A few weeks later, i discovered something...i was pregnant! I went to Him to tell him what i found out. Contrary to my thoughts, he was happy, excited, ecstatic..all the happy words you can think of. I told him he was crazy. Then He told me He was crazy about me. What?! I told Him again and again that I was pregnant. He shouted " I LOVE YOU!"
Now this was turning out to be very weird, so i told Him that am getting rid of the baby. He pleaded, "Don't!Please don't!" And i gave him all the reasons why i was not ready to have a baby but He kept insisting that i should keep it. I could not take this abnormality any more so i walked out on Him and went to see a doctor.
The doctor told me that i could not have an abortion because i was already mature into the pregnancy. What?! How's that possible and i just found out two weeks ago. My tummy's not even swollen?! But he gave me one last look and said "It's either you keep the baby or you die with it inside you." I thought the world around me was going insane. Or was it me?! I went to five more doctors to get a second...or rather a fifth opinion about aborting. And crazy enough, they all said the same thing as the first doctor.
I went back to my love and cried at His feet, "Am not ready for this. All this is new to me. Where do i start? How will make it?" And with love in His eyes and a warm embrace, He whispered "I will help you. We're in this together."
And at that very moment..i gave birth. And together we named it PURPOSE!
A few weeks later, i discovered something...i was pregnant! I went to Him to tell him what i found out. Contrary to my thoughts, he was happy, excited, ecstatic..all the happy words you can think of. I told him he was crazy. Then He told me He was crazy about me. What?! I told Him again and again that I was pregnant. He shouted " I LOVE YOU!"
Now this was turning out to be very weird, so i told Him that am getting rid of the baby. He pleaded, "Don't!Please don't!" And i gave him all the reasons why i was not ready to have a baby but He kept insisting that i should keep it. I could not take this abnormality any more so i walked out on Him and went to see a doctor.
The doctor told me that i could not have an abortion because i was already mature into the pregnancy. What?! How's that possible and i just found out two weeks ago. My tummy's not even swollen?! But he gave me one last look and said "It's either you keep the baby or you die with it inside you." I thought the world around me was going insane. Or was it me?! I went to five more doctors to get a second...or rather a fifth opinion about aborting. And crazy enough, they all said the same thing as the first doctor.
I went back to my love and cried at His feet, "Am not ready for this. All this is new to me. Where do i start? How will make it?" And with love in His eyes and a warm embrace, He whispered "I will help you. We're in this together."
And at that very moment..i gave birth. And together we named it PURPOSE!
Blame Game
These were some thoughts I had when we (Kenya) was going through a tough time during the post-election chaos.
Who is to blame?
Is it the politicians. The so-called leaders who rant and rave everyday. Crying for justice. Justice for who? For their own desires or for the people who voted them in. They talk to portray their "active role" in society. Yet their walk leads them straight to their palatial homes. Leaving behind the homeless, the unemployed, the hungry, the poor.
Who is to blame?
Is it the foreign bodies. The humanitarian organisations who come handy when a crisis looms. The NGO's and foreign embassies who have something to say when hell breaks loose. The people who create a "dependency syndrome" in our people. Instead of empowering them to rise up and do something that they would call their own.
Who is to blame?
Is it the churches and religious bodies. Who preach prosperity in good times but have a different message when poverty severes. Who preach but do not act. Words that do not feed the mouth of hungry babes. Words that do not place a roof over the cold, disease-stricken adults. Words that encourage but leave the victims in the same condition.
Who is to blame?
Is it Kenyans. The citizens of the country. From Muthaiga to Kibera. The ones who vote in the same leaders they want out. Complaints of every kind spilling from their souls. "Why can't my MP give me a job? Why can't the President feed my children? Tunaomba serilkali itusaidie." People who have knowledge. People with skills. People with an individual mind and can think of ways of fleeing poverty. People who need to know and be aware of their rights.
Who is to blame?
Is it God. For letting this happen. For causing strife and war to occur. For allowing ethnic divides. For keeping quiet on the whole issue.
Who is to blame?
That, my friend, is the question.
Who is to blame?
Is it the politicians. The so-called leaders who rant and rave everyday. Crying for justice. Justice for who? For their own desires or for the people who voted them in. They talk to portray their "active role" in society. Yet their walk leads them straight to their palatial homes. Leaving behind the homeless, the unemployed, the hungry, the poor.
Who is to blame?
Is it the foreign bodies. The humanitarian organisations who come handy when a crisis looms. The NGO's and foreign embassies who have something to say when hell breaks loose. The people who create a "dependency syndrome" in our people. Instead of empowering them to rise up and do something that they would call their own.
Who is to blame?
Is it the churches and religious bodies. Who preach prosperity in good times but have a different message when poverty severes. Who preach but do not act. Words that do not feed the mouth of hungry babes. Words that do not place a roof over the cold, disease-stricken adults. Words that encourage but leave the victims in the same condition.
Who is to blame?
Is it Kenyans. The citizens of the country. From Muthaiga to Kibera. The ones who vote in the same leaders they want out. Complaints of every kind spilling from their souls. "Why can't my MP give me a job? Why can't the President feed my children? Tunaomba serilkali itusaidie." People who have knowledge. People with skills. People with an individual mind and can think of ways of fleeing poverty. People who need to know and be aware of their rights.
Who is to blame?
Is it God. For letting this happen. For causing strife and war to occur. For allowing ethnic divides. For keeping quiet on the whole issue.
Who is to blame?
That, my friend, is the question.
Desire
I want you. But I can't have you. I don't really need you. But you're always in my thoughts. In my mind. I want to talk to you. But my mouth glues up. I want to see you. But your just a mirage. I dream about you. But when I wake up, it's just that. A dream. I talk about you. But we never have conversation. I long to be with you. But my arms can't reach you. I see a future with you. But that's all it is. A foresight.
Am going crazy. Am losing my mind. Am acting all weird. All because of you.
I try to erase you from my mind. But you keep haunting me. I wish I could stop the torment. The pain. The anxiety. But it remains just that. A feeling. An emotion.
All I can do now. All I can hope for. Is wait. Is wait for you to come to me. Is wait to hear what my Daddy's got to say 'bout u. 'Bout us. Is wait patiently. Is wait fervently.
Because as the cliche goes. True love waits. Good things come to those who wait.
So i wait...
Am going crazy. Am losing my mind. Am acting all weird. All because of you.
I try to erase you from my mind. But you keep haunting me. I wish I could stop the torment. The pain. The anxiety. But it remains just that. A feeling. An emotion.
All I can do now. All I can hope for. Is wait. Is wait for you to come to me. Is wait to hear what my Daddy's got to say 'bout u. 'Bout us. Is wait patiently. Is wait fervently.
Because as the cliche goes. True love waits. Good things come to those who wait.
So i wait...
Half a girl's life.
1st birthday. I can finally say 'mama'. I can walk. I get what I want when I give that cute ol' puppy-eyes look.
6th birthday. First day in school. Strange faces. Strange black wall. Strange white writings on the black wall. They call it 'A B C D'.
10th birthday. Boy approaches me. Cute boy. He wants to hold my hand. I shy off and run to my friends.
13th birthday. Weird things happening in my body. I feel like I like boys. I don't want to like boys. But I feel drawn to them.
16th birthday. I'm the ISH! Don't tell me what to do. I know what am doing. It's my life. So don't bug me. Cute boy now likes me. Cute boy and me are together now. Forever. (Or so I think)
18th birthday. Finally, adulthood! NO, my mama tells me. But I'm legal now. I can drink. I can club. I'm free. 'Not when you're under my roof' Mama screams.
21st birthday. Now am technically an adult. School's almost over. Enough heartbreaks. I'm independent. (Or so I think)
25th birthday. I make my own decisions. I pay my own bills. Pressure builds...'When are you bringing a man home' retorts Mama. The hunt begins. Not for cute boy. But for man. Man willing to love me. Forever. (for real)
6th birthday. First day in school. Strange faces. Strange black wall. Strange white writings on the black wall. They call it 'A B C D'.
10th birthday. Boy approaches me. Cute boy. He wants to hold my hand. I shy off and run to my friends.
13th birthday. Weird things happening in my body. I feel like I like boys. I don't want to like boys. But I feel drawn to them.
16th birthday. I'm the ISH! Don't tell me what to do. I know what am doing. It's my life. So don't bug me. Cute boy now likes me. Cute boy and me are together now. Forever. (Or so I think)
18th birthday. Finally, adulthood! NO, my mama tells me. But I'm legal now. I can drink. I can club. I'm free. 'Not when you're under my roof' Mama screams.
21st birthday. Now am technically an adult. School's almost over. Enough heartbreaks. I'm independent. (Or so I think)
25th birthday. I make my own decisions. I pay my own bills. Pressure builds...'When are you bringing a man home' retorts Mama. The hunt begins. Not for cute boy. But for man. Man willing to love me. Forever. (for real)
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