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It’s one of those days that you wake up just remembering of the good old past…and the incidences that you have had with your Ex factor……and then you are supposed to meet her for lunch………
I have been previously told not to put myself in such awkward positions before……but this time it just happened that I was free the whole day. An attempt to see me the previous week was futile as I was in exam mode ……and I couldn’t care less…..so this Wednesday am supposed to meet Oedipus at 1300hrs. since I stopped making impressions (which I never used to in the first place), i decide to let her decide where we were meeting……..the answer I got almost blocked me like an obstacle……. ‘I am not familiar with such trends’ is the answer I got……so i presumed in my head…..a fly tramp that’s what she called me ’cause i dont wear no Stetson hat’s like Paul C as y’all see ..so I become a man enough and decide that we meet at the Posta (Eastleigh stage) Kind of a turn off….but who really cares……..
That meeting actually started a few minutes past Mid-day…..courtesy of the thirst we had for each other and also for purposes of comparing notes to see whether it’s true that the other side of the fence has actually got greener grass.
Funny it is that we dint hug at first instance……which I understood…..because I was dealing with a married woman….the ring manifest it all and you don’t want to open a can of warms in broad daylight now do you? The joint I took her was middle class and there were no drinks for that matter; I also got to learn that she was dieting……which is the in thing nowadays with people of Nairobi. All along am observing the mannerisms of this lady that I once reminisced ‘used to love her’ as my favorite track and the way she had grown to be the strong woman she has become…during conversations you get carried away…….the snap! Back to reality.
The truth was that I had never actually had a meeting one on one since she got married and I was rather disappointed with the way it was carried out………the whole thing turned out to be awesome at the end….. Oedipus narrated to me very chilling details of how hard life had become……..this new marriage life and how there were many uncharacteristic influences from the mother in law so to say…..life is hard! But you got to be a harder nut to crack……….
That lunch meeting ended up taking the whole afternoon, engaging her in an intellectual conversation was a win! That made sure that the whole afternoon was not wasted……stories never end……and I guess we will have to build another day!
I have never ever thought even for a tenth of a second that i would ever be solemn for two days in a row..and indeed it was a rough patch i was going through in the last few days. People cannot all be the same and that’s why we have different breaking points…just because a man does not cry doesn’t mean he ain’t hurting. I was glad to have met a man who was wailing at the morgue at which point in time people were viewing the body. To me, that showed the true love that man for his wife- and even more painful having been left with a small kid that was still suckling.
Flashback- am leaving home at around 9am to carry on with the main activity of the day which is to ‘plant a seed’ Monica h must have dealt a very big blow to the Maina’s family; bearing in mind we just buried another brother (Simon Njoroge) of that family just last year in September. Now that she was married to a Mr. Njuguna, the Kikuyu culture has it that the place of rest be determined by the husband’s side. I alight at the medical stage and proceed on in the general direction of the North Cemetery..on my way there i call Njeri to tell me where they are exactly, luckily am spotted by Maggie from behind. Up to this moment i have not figured out how she figured me out from behind…as we walk she confides in me that she’s not been feeling well.. Something about the chest..which i came to later find out it was not..on an euphemism tip .. and i go ahead and tell her to seek medical attention. On our way there, she also tells me she came across a lady of unsound mind that she had related with a few month’s before…the gist of the story is that she a lady in the streets and must have met ‘Mr. Rob me my money and i put you in a spell’
A very sad tale indeed Maggie seemed to have been shaken that incident.
We arrive at the P.G.H Mortuary to find everyone waiting. I hug my one and only, who seemed devastated but somehow still managed to be strong. Where they sat, she was in the company of two of the be-left children…sited in coy. I somehow managed to notice a foul smell emanating from the mortuary juxtapose…
Back to main story..after the viewing of the body it was time to head to the cemetery where the service was to be held. This is the same place i was a day before to lay to rest my cousin. They always come in threes don’t they?
I did some photo’s during that event though i am probably of the opinion that photo’s should not be done on such days. Mr sun was scorching and i wondered if i could talk to him- being one of my favorite stars to pause for a little bit…
A nice sermon was preached by that pastor from the A.I.C church and he talked lengthily about the impact of A.I.D.S and H.I.V and said that most of the people who lay there at the cemetery were as a result of being ravaged by that disease…..quite odd considering we were at a burial…. and had buried a cousin the previous day (Mama Ciru) who had succumbed to that very disease don’t you think?
Then after the preaching we head to the 6 feet deep place of rest.. it was kinda interesting how the whole event was orchestrated….the ones who carried the body went singing (Ladies in white attire) saying that when she reaches heaven she will be well received and that we were all in the same journey….
Anne managed to be strong through the whole process…quite a strong lady i have right there…though she seems detached when am close to her family…or maybe not.
There was an event that transpired when laying Monicah to rest, Njoki started screaming and fainted in the process….it was really scary….and she had to be taken to the PGH…where i noticed that so much had improved (int he hospital)…later she became well……also managed to go back to Nairobi the same day and missed my evening class…but it was for a good cause……
I am always of the opinion that relationships are built on trust….and that anytime you have “one of those feelings” then something must be very wrong some where.
There is now under any circumstance anyone for whatever reason will act or pretend to be cleverer in a relationship and the moment that happen it leaves asour taste in our mouths. Just because I have it doesn’t mean I cant leave it…..just because I give you my trust it don’t mean it cant be broken…..all I ask is to check what time it is and recognize.
How could it be that I always find myself on the receiving end every now and then? Maybe am so nice a guy that I don’t get to get adventurous, now I might have to change for the better…..need to up my game it seems…..it must be so rusty…..
Acting dumb and observing from a distance is so nice……because you get to see in H.D and there ain’t no lying about it! Maybe in time I will realize that love aint always what it seems to be. My name could change to big chief Berretti . Don’t you know Nat King Cole was a merry old soul,
Yesterday, my trouble seems so far away So help me Wanda, help, help, me Wanda when did the rain start beating? Hit you with the felony and a misdemeanor
hit a hundred push-ups and I got the spray Alenor…….
You bring the knowledge to my brain, sooth my pain Make me the man that I am, keep me sane……….now let me take a break like James Brown to the bridge………………