A Turn of Events

I went over my blog (again) and it just did not appeal to me. The topics are kind of the same except for 'My Ring'. Considering that I really like writing about stuff, I should expand what I write about to what always happens around me. Which is not a lot but I can make it look lime a big deal! Ha! I promise I will not fabricate anything!

I want to give you more insight to my head. So, I'm off the 'thoughts' blog and moving to 'Around Me'. 'thoughts' will still be around. I wont take it down, just in case you want to read stuff from there. I just wont add anything else.

Here's to new beginnings! I'll keep my 'time stamp and music I'm listening to' at the beginning and end of every post though. I liked it!

It's 0855hrs, I should be in school but I'm still in bed watching the cartoon network. Do not judge!

Peace and light.

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ed note(how awesome is that!); New blog is called 'Around Masha'. Enjoy!

Pet Peeves

1734hrs, electricity is back! Listening to B.E.P, finally!!! I had to fill my time doing something so I arranged my wardrobe. Now I can't find a thing! The mess that it was before was more organized. I think it's easier to find stuff when you can throw away what's on your way. Have I ever told you that the floor is the best wardrobe ever? No? Ma wouldn't agree but I swear by it!

I'd told you that I'd post stuff that grind my ears/eyes earlier so here we go. Not in any particular order, note that.

1. Plates/cups placed too close to the edge of the table. Eeeeeek!!! I always push them close to the center of the table. Once at a hotel a waiter placed a customer's food that close and said customer just went ahead eating WITH THE PLATE EXTREMELY CLOSE TO THE EDGE!! Need I tell you I did not enjoy my meal?

2. Being labeled 'plus size'. I really don't like that! And this is always done by other females. See I have a big bust. I love my DD's to death but is that all you see? Come on!

3. I hate it when people insist on calling me by my surname yet they can's pronounce it!!! Bloody hell!! Just stick to my first name! It's the simplest in the world!

4. Have you ever been nice to someone, usually of the opposite sex, and they think you're kinda into them? Eish!!! As if!! Then their communication to you starts having some sexual undertones... So annoying! especially because I have to tell them off. I'm a very nice person so I hate doing that. But trust me, it will be done. You shall be put in your place!


5. Politically incorrect people. I'm a champion of minority rights so that's that. This also encompasses disrespectful people. Shame on you.

6. I pride myself in being a good listener so I will definitely hear every grammatical mistake you make (and correct you in my head). How do you mix up tenses! Come on! Must be the fruits of not paying attention during English class.

7. I've told you I'm nice. Now I really don't like people abusing this fact about me. Always being asked to do the dirty work because it wont look so 'dirty' coming from me.

Ok.. I've gotten seriously derailed form writing this but will continue the list soon.

It's 1831hrs. I've been playing 'Whenever' and 'The Coming' on a loop!

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Interlude

It's 1028hrs. I'm typing this on my bed, pillows propped on the headboard to support my back. I'm not listening to any music because of the lovely people over at KPLC. I don't want to play anything on my laptop since I figure I'll save the battery charge. I have 80% remaining. That's good.

I know I haven't been here in a while. Not that anyone's counting though. I have a couple of thing I'd like to write about. I will when I get my thoughts more organized. First I'd like to tell you what my pet peeves are. Maybe you'll find me weird... Maybe not... Maybe they are also your pet peeves.

I would also like to share my mother's advise on dating and choosing the perfect (?) match for yourself. That might be a bit controversial. I may have to put up a disclaimer in case some people 'catch feelings'.

So, yeah. The above is coming soon. Otherwise, school sucks, got assignments stretching from here to there and BooBoo might be a tad confused on my being nice to him. Maybe I should also write about that. Ah! I would also like to write about why I blog. That should be interesting. Mainly it's because I always had a thing for writing. Now trying to develop the skill. Have I ever told you to read Bikozulu's blog? That's awesomeness right there.

I recently stumbled upon a blog called 'Zegz Tales'. Uuuummm.... not to hate, but I really hope that when you read my blog, it doesn't 'sound' like that one. Though it's more like a cheap porn magazine, there are some elements of writing.... Ok. Who am I kidding? Mine's better. Read it and see for yourself.

That's all I have for now. Maybe I'll post my pet peeves tonight or next week.... Inconsistent much? Hee hee!

It's 1045hrs, battery charge is at 72%. If I could be listening to some music right now, it would be Black Eyed Peas 'The Beginning' album.

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Point of Order

It's 1734hrs. I'm watching the Beat on Ntv. They play my kinda music on Wednesdays. I was researching for an assignment and got so out of track that I finally landed here. Along the way I came across an article on how to make your period shorter. I was so excited seeing as mine goes for 5 whole days! Till I read the part that says 'engage in strenuous exercise'. Need I say I went on with my digression?

So I landed here. Went through my posts and discovered that I sound like some male bashing bitch! Wa! Too much hate and bile and other negative things to only be directed to men. I mean, I hate (dislike) other things but it's just that I haven't bothered to talk about them here. Hee hee.

I don't hate men. Seriously. In fact, I love men. I love how he go about their duties and responsibilities (some of them). I love how he can unconditionally love football and beer and really don't understand what a woman means when she says he is ignoring her. I love how he'd rather spend a Sunday in his boxers just chilling. I love how he defends his woman when some other guy messes with her at the club. I love how he calls his mother 'mummy' like he did when he was 5. I love he thinks his mother is right about everything and how her cooking is the best.

I love how he looks like when things don't go his way because he'll know he's only human. I love how he will never admit it when his heart is broken. I love how he will not tell a woman he loves her but will show it by just the way he looks at her. I love how he will hold a woman when she's down. Arms that fall short of talking to her and telling her it will be ok.

I love how a man will wear his heart on his sleeve for the right woman. I love how he will be true to only her. I love when a man tells his boys that tonight it' just him and his girl.

So much to love about men. That is, if you come across the right one.

This music and my vision of my ideal man are making me feel all mushy inside. Project boyfriend perhaps?

I hope I've sorta cleared some doubt that I do not hate men :-)

It's 1759hrs.

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Blood and Tears

St. Michael the Archangel,
defend us in battle.
Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the Devil.
May God rebuke him, we humbly pray,
and do thou,
O Prince of the heavenly hosts,
by the power of God,
thrust into hell Satan,
and all the evil spirits,
who prowl about the world
seeking the ruin of souls.
Amen.
(Prayer to St. Michael the Archangel)

I got jet lag! Hee hee! Just got in from Mombasa, city of God. Back to my 'studio apartment' that I had apparently missed. Really wish I would've stayed home longer but gotta get back to school and what not. Nairobi is still he hell hole it's always bee. Mad traffic from here to waaaaay over theeeeeere! And there's a fuel shortage to top it off. Get why Mombasa is the city of God?

It's 1635hrs as I start to write this. Imogen Heap's 'Find Yourself' album playing in the background. You may know her track Hide and Seek that has been sampled by countless musicians. That's where the title of today's post comes from.

Are you wondering why I started this post with a prayer? The reason is because, dear reader, we need to pray without ceasing! This world just keeps handing us curve balls. They call it growing up but if this is what growing up means, I quit!

My mind has been on overdrive since last night. Couldn't wait for that plane to land so that I could get my fingers on this keyboard. Going round in circles, aren't I?

Yesterday afternoon was an otherwise ordinary one. Just chilling, enjoying the last day of my holiday with my sister (who has not yet given birth), watching a very useless show (read BBA Amplified) and just talking. We then get a call from mum informing us that Wambui had been killed by her husband.

Wambui Kabiru was a journalist. She worked for Ntv a while back. May she rest in peace and may perpetual light shine upon her.

We are what are usually called 'family friends'. Grew up in the same hood, went to the same church, raised by parents with common ideologies. Didn't talk to her much but my sister and I were close to her brother. Mum found out in the one o'clock news. She was shaken! So was dad. Appropriately so because you never imagine such tragedies can occur so close to home. I think what also got to them is that something like this could happen to one of their daughters.

Wambui's husband apparently strangled her to death and left her lying in bed for close to 12 hours. Icing on the cake, he called her parents and told them what he'd done.

I hope he is lying in a pool of his own blood somewhere where no-one will find him and that scavenger birds will feed on his dead flesh and after that his bones are ground to dust by a herd of elephants such that there will never be a trace of his existence in this world. (Breathe!)

Then again, I hope he he is caught (didn't tell you he's now missing, did I?) and justice is served. I should believe in innocent till proven guilty but I'm hanging my scholarly robes just for this case.

Brings me to my unanswered question; what's the point? Of marriage of course. Why bother choosing to stay with one man if all he's good for is hitting you and killing you?

I know not all are like that. I bet Wambui's husband wasn't either but look... How much can you really know someone? Lucky you if you notice his violent traits before he lays a hand on you and you escape unscathed. What about the 'silent killer'. Like Wambui's husband. One look at him and you wouldn't think him capable of such animosity.

I'd rather not know. Whether he'll be the kindest person on earth or whether I will smell his cruel nature from a mile away. No need. All the same.

Remember, however, that this post started with a prayer. I guess we (I) should just pray and pray without end that whoever God has in store for us is perfect in all ways a human being can be. I'm just full of double standards, no? Well, my choice would be not to be tied down to some man. Just get seed, conceive, give birth and live happily ever after. But I am my mother's daughter and my mother has taught me a lot. And I'd really love it if my father would walk me down the aisle, one day. Even if I'll be 40.

Anything to not be part of the statistic. Not to be found strangled in my bed by the man I gave my life to. Anything not to have a wall stained by my blood and 46 stab wounds in my body. Anything not to have my body buried in an unmarked grave beside some dusty road to Tigania. Anything not to have a bullet smartly between my eyes. All because I loved a man to whom all I was was a thing he owned. Anything not to have my head banged on the kitchen wall that I just painted. Anything. Anything to avoid the one day he will slap me because he had a bad day and I'm nagging him about the bills that have to be paid.

I have too much pride to lose it to a mere man.

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Something To Think About

I had a mini-discussion with a tweep about the role religion plays in the relationships we have. Relationships of the romantic kind. We've all been brought up in religious homes, some more religious than others, but either way, we have an idea of what Christianity, Islam or any other has to say on the subject.

I was brought up in a strict Catholic household. All Christian values were installed (though now I need formatting because my morals have more or less gone blue screen) and i lived the life. Till around end of high school. It's been downhill from that point on.

What does Christianity say about romantic relationships? I don't know. I don't read those kinda books. No offence to those who do. All that I know is that premarital sex is shunned. Boys and girls should remain virgins till they get married...................................................................................................................................................................

I'm not a virgin. But I go for confession after (read old post to relate).

Basically it all boils down to sex. Nothing else I've come across. Either that or how a woman should submit to her man. Submit to me first!! I do not see the day I will come home from work before my man, cook supper, do homework with the kids then when man decides to finally check in, I take off his shoes, hand him the remote and a cup of tea? BULL CRAP!

I know I'm going off track but I'm fueled! I really don't see the point in marriage. It's going to fail anyways. He'll cheat on you or I'll get bored with him. I can't imagine 10 years with the same person. Not because of sex or anything but just normal company. I swear we'll be like room mates! And I don't buy that love crap. You can't love one person your whole life. I'm talking simple love. Not the kind that makes you go in an alley and go at it like dogs. I'm told that's lust. I mean love.

I probably don't make any sense.

Back to main topic.

What I've said above is all I know about Christianity and relationships. That and the people you can marry. No blood relations to the 6th degree (I think) and no same sex marriages. Thinking if there's something else....

I'm informed Muslims can marry blood relatives and there are reasons for that. I guess it wouldn't be weird, then, to say cousin so and so is hot. I have to keep such opinions to myself :-)

Umm, that's all I think. I guess if anything else comes to mind I'll just edit the post.

Marriage still sucks.

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Chilling

I haven't been here in forever! Not that i don't have anything to say but rather, I do not know how to say it.

I'm home for a two week holiday that seems to be going faster than I want it to. I really don 't feel like going back to school. I love the lounging I'm doing. Waking up late, not taking a shower till late in the afternoon! Bliss I tell you!

I'm at my sister's cheering her on with her pregnancy. She was due 3 days ago but the baby has other plans. Actually, the baby wants to come but my sister's cervix is curved so waiting till it straighens out so that the baby comes. I am currently in a complicated relationship with said cervix because I want to see my niece and spend time with her before going back to Nairobi.

It's 1346hrs. Just brushed my teeth. Still in my pjs and my legs are unshaved. My hair is a mess and I'm on my 100th glass of mango juice. Waiting for lunch to be served. Quite the boss, ey? And I'm not moving from this point again. Maybe just to refill my glass. Maybe I'll take a shower later. Like just before I sleep.

Texted my sis to ask how long till lunch. Just a couple more minutes. She's in the kitchen :-)

Quite unapologetic!

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My Ring

It's 10:12pm as I start writing this. I've just had my dinner of noodles stir fried in soya meat. It's more delicious than it sounds. It's a polite evening. Enjoying my own company and playing R. Kelly's Love Letter album in the background. Notice how music is such an integral part of my life.

The Zahir is already making me think again so I've ditched it for some other literary works. One of my bookmarks is Biko Zulu's blog on wordpress. He writes so well! I wonder if I'll ever gain such command over words. I would love to describe things to you better so you can see where 'the boat' is leading me. Again, that reference is from the Zahir.

I'm reading Biko's post on things people get attached to and I immediately thought of my ring.

The ring was initially my sister's. It was a present from some guy. He must have been insignificant because she didn't mind when I took adverse possession of it. This was way back in December 2004. I remember because I'd just completed high school. seven years down the line, I still have my ring.

It's a silver ring with diamante stones. I always wear it on my left middle finger. This finger has a tan line the shape of the ring. I don't have the words for you to visualize it... Also cannot upload a picture of it because my internet connection has been flaky tonight.

I don't know why I became so attached to this ring. I know I've gone through milestones with this ring; finding and losing my first love, K.C.P.E results, first day at campus and graduation, meeting and breaking up with my ex (notice how I've not called him BooBoo? That's the Zahir magic right there!), my first job last year and now at the Kenya School of Law.

This ring has been through a lot.

However, I've recently found out that I've neglected this ring of mine. I have acquired others like this antique looking one with a butterfly on a flower :-) It's really pretty. But that's beside the point.

Between late 2004 and 2010, I could not go anywhere without it. I'd freak out when I noticed it wasn't on my finger. As in full blown panic attack. I don't know why I was so attached to it. Maybe I'd given it too much meaning, made it a symbolic representation of whatever was going on in my life at any given time in that period. Now, I prefer my antique ring to it. Or just a bare finger.

Is this some way of my brain telling me that I'm opening a new chapter? A time to get rid of the old? To kind of disrobe from an otherwise dirty garment? To somehow make me aware that I need to move on into something unknown?

I don't know.

What I do know is that in 2011, I've left it behind so many times and not one time have I felt the need to rush back home and put it on or feel my heart sink because of it's absence. I'm strangely at peace. Who knew such an innate item like a silver ring would hold such significance?

Oh well. I'm letting go of this ring. Letting go of whatever it represents. The tan line will still be there. And for as long as it's there, the tan line that is, it will serve whatever purpose the ring served till colour comes back to my finger. What was that about bearing scars as medals?

It's 10:48 pm.

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The Road To Santiago

I was recently introduced to the author Paulo Coelho by some of my new friends on twitter and one was so gracious as to send me his e-books which include a couple by said author. Thanks guys :-)

I randomly chose to start with one book called The Zahir; A Novel of Obsession. I thought it would be like any other book; fictitious and somehow unreal full of plots and scenarios that are disgustingly predictable. I was wrong!

From the prologue, this book tightly gripped at my imaginary nuts! You can only imagine how tight (as virginity) that is. I like how Paulo quotes the bible and works by some seemingly great mind of the 19th century, Constantine Cavafy. From this onset,the book takes you to a journey within yourself in a very unexpected manner. Maybe I didn't help the situation by playing Adele's 21 album softly in the background.

You may(not) have read this book so as an introduction, Zahir in Arabic means visible, present, incapable of going unnoticed. Also is when something occupies your mind to the exclusion of all other things. The way Paulo tells the story of the main character's Zahir...

At some point I stopped reading the book. I was just to afraid of it because it had me asking questions about myself that I'd never thought of... Well, I had thought of them but not this intensely and definitely not for this long.

Thanks to the app I got for reading my new set of e-books, mobi pocket reader, I can do awesome stuff like highlight phrases that got me thinking. Awesome, right? Do not laugh at the technically challenged. By the way Adobe used to work just fine... But thanks again. You know yourself.

Here's what I'll do for this post: I'll share some excerpts and let you know what it made me think about. It's kinda like my own journey to that Spanish border town called Santiago. Again, read the book to get familiar with it.

I hope I'm not breaking any copyright laws but since I've mentioned my source and my views are simply my own, I think I'm in the clear. They excerpts are those that are in bold.


I don’t regret the painful times; I bear my scars as if they were medals. I know that freedom has a high price, as high as that of slavery; the only difference is that you pay with pleasure and a smile, even when that smile is dimmed by tears.

This reminded me of my first relationship. I was 18 and truly, deeply, madly in love. of course it ended badly. I was crushed to the tiniest bits. I could see, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't eat... I was broken. And I was alone. I did not have anyone to talk to who could understand me (I think I was more mature than most of my friends at that time so..). Endless nights I cried myself to sleep, praying for the hurt to go away. Alas, it did not. I even walked into traffic in town... A tad suicidal? That was the most idiotic thing I've ever done.

But that is my scar. There is another but I do not have the courage to share it now... The point is, this wasn't my end. Somehow I managed to rise above the hurt, the anger, the suicidal thoughts (?) and I rose like a phoenix from the ashes. Free to love and be loved again.

My heart might be bruised, but it will recover and become capable of seeing the beauty of life once more. It’s happened before, it will happen again, I’m sure. When someone leaves, it’s because someone else is about to arrive—I’ll find love again.

Forgive me if I seem to be talking too much about relationships. If you have read previous posts, you know I'm recently single. Yes it has been like a huge weight has been lifted from my heart but oh my! This new status has me in so much anxiety! Like Paulo says, when someone leaves it is because someone else is about to arrive. Am I ready? Am I strong enough? How Do I look Like? Am I funny, sensitive, ambitious, interesting enough for him to remain interested? Will he immediately notice my inadequacies as a human being, a woman, a lawyer? then Paulo wrote this;

Why do I have such frustrating relationships with men? I always feel like I have to be in a relationship and that means I have to be this fantastic, intelligent, sensitive, exceptional person. The effort of seduction forces me to give of my best and that helps me.

See how he's in my head? This is something Esther, the Zahir, said in this book. It was just before she left to go do some weird sort or self realization and quest for love. Maybe i should just give up on having any other relationship because for as long as these questions keep repeating themselves in my head, I wont be able to love (again).

What is love anyways?

Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.

I can't even begin to tell you how confused this has me. If I relate it with my first love, I can totally understand but now... How do I know I'm in love? I know how it feels in my head, in my heart and on my body but if that is it then I've fallen in love with so many people! Aren't we promised just that One? Help me out.


But the day man learns to harness the energy of love, that will be as important as the discovery of fire.

Oh Paulo! If only you had a more direct answer. How the hell do I do something as majestic as discovering fire? I'm this insignificant (seemingly) entity. How then am I able to comprehend such!

I'm almost only half way through the book now. I hope I will find more definite answers to some of thew questions that I still have. I know many more will come up as I continue. I wonder what will become of my Zahir...

It seems I still have a long distance to cover before I reach Santiago.

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My Body Is A Temple

According to mummy dearest, there are five stages in a girl's life; birth, K.C.S.E/18th birthday, graduation, marriage and kids and finally, death. She has constantly been reminding me that I'm way past graduation (never mind that it's only been two years and I'm back in school anyways) and that by the time she was my age, she had already finished giving birth ( technically I'm the last-born but there's Monica who she thinks I do not know about). That, ladies and gentlemen, is how you spell pressure.

The first time I took BooBoo home, Ma pretended to liked him. Two years later, I was constantly lectured on how he was not a good match for me which I now agree with for these and other reasons. I know I haven't told you what transpired between BooBoo and I but if you had started hating him, please don't. All of it was my own doing and I take full responsibility for it. It wasn't intentional....

Back to what this post is all about.

I'm in the limbo between graduation and marriage with no prospective husbands. I know I've been single for all of one week but ey, no time like the present! No one has (seriously) hit on me and I do not have any crush on anyone. I sound like a 12 year old. Anyways. Yes, I'm alone and so far, loving it. I do not have to remember to call anyone or have to ask how his day has been or say that 'L' word when I do not mean it. Oh God! It's like I lost 10kgs!

My deductions from a very extensive research (Google, gossip, 'my friend is going through this') shows that single women my age tend to heavily rely on sexual relationships other than the other more meaningful types. You know the kind with emotions, shared visions and a shared hope for a future together. Some are mistresses and others change sexual partners as often as I change my panties! No judgment from me but.... catch me dead!

So what I had a steady sex supply for a couple of years and now that supply is gone? I am not defined by my sexual relations (or lack thereof) and I never will be. The bible says that our bodies are God's temples and that we should keep them clean and holy as He intended. Plus Ma drilled it in me to stay a virgin till I got married from the day I got my first period. That was so deeply rooted into me that till this day when I go for confession I ask God for forgiveness for my episodes of fornication! I kid you not!

Call me naive or unworldly, but sex is a very sacred component of any relationship. Ideally in a marriage but this (boyfriend-girlfriend relationship) should count too. I wonder how these women feel having different men in them every other night (only exceptions are nymphos and prostitutes; one is sick and the other has to earn her keep). And how do they face these men outside the bedroom? I'd be so embarrassed! And of course the men will go around calling you a slut behind your back as they analyze if you have skills or not! I hate such men! As if they are any better. Man whores, they are called.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I am going to keep myself pure, secondary virginity as it were, and be true only to myself. Besides, that's too much drama for me. I have settled (ish) into single-hood and actually taking time to know myself once again and to put myself first and to go back to doing all those things I loved to do that I could not (not that BooBoo stopped me but there are those sacrifices you make in a relationship) and just be happy. I will honour myself, my body and my spirit. I will endeavour to get closer to God and concentrate in my studies like never before.

Wow! It is a brand new day and it's all for me!

*cue in Mirror by Monica*

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News Just In

I'm still not sure how it happened but BooBoo and I broke up............

I'm sad it happened the way it did (on phone) because I had no control over the situation. I wish it was a face to face conversation(?) because somehow I'd have managed it better. I like being in control of situations. It was more like an ambush.

Maybe I'll write what exactly happened, maybe I wont. I'm torn between jumping for joy and crying my eyes out! It's been three years, you know... I'm just a heap of mixed up emotions... I can't think straight even as I write this so forgive me if I'm incoherent and if my paragraphs do not have topic sentences!

The next chapter of my life is a bit terrifying. I don't remember how to be single. Damn! No constant supply of sex! Maybe I should reward myself by having a meaningless romp to also signal my girlfriend down below that it's a wrap! Lmao/wiping tear.

I'm a strong girl, that I know. And by tonight I'll be planning on how to tackle said next chapter.

Getting out my make and make up brushes, putting on a new attitude, walking with my head high and with that spring in my step and swing on my hips! I'll keep being beautiful, faithful, truthful to me and I SHALL OVERCOME.

Cue in 'I will Survive'!

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Human Connections and how BooBoo and I met.

After a tiff with BooBoo last night, I sat and thought about what it is that makes us humans connect with each other. cause of the little spat was a third party, hence my fascination with human connections.

I exist in a more or less introvert extrovert continuum (I hope that makes sense) so a lot tends to take place in my head rather than in reality, extrovert(edly) and after ample stimulation and only in rare circumstances. I think most acquaintances know only this side of my personality and that is why they keep asking me for lunch dates even after I blatantly refuse! But I digress.

Like any other human, I highly value bonds that I form with other people. Sometimes I read too much into these bonds or bondee does the same but all in all, it's a bond nonetheless. Most of the people I bond with are people I meet on a daily basis but an almost larger number are people I meet on the net. What does that say about me? I'd rather hang out with 'imaginary friends' than real people? I think people you haven't met expect less form you and thus to pressure to conform is reduced. On the other hand, it might be harder to stay in relevant communication with these 'imaginary friends; because you may not exactly paint yourself in the best light. I get a feeling I'm rambling...

But you have to agree there's a certain mystery in talking to someone you do not know. I mean, even the theory of 6 degrees of separation doesn't apply here. And there's something about that bond that you form because this is something that is of your own creation. No friend of friend or anything. I realize this can also happen in the real world but it's better in the virtual world. I've met some real cool people this way. From the days of Reporo and mig33 to facebook and twitter. It's amazing, these human connections.

From this onset, you shouldn't be surprised that BooBoo and I met through the web :-) Yes. Through that phone chat app called mig33. It was in 2007, the second quarter of it if memory serves me right. I was in campus then and I had to have something to occupy me during boring lectures or when I had better things to do than attend them. So, yeah. I 'bumped' into him in a public room which several 'bumpings' later let to a private chat! The more I type, the more weird this gets! Someone call Dr. Normal!

He'd just come back form Germany and maybe felt the need for a Kenyan connection. That sounds cheesy. Anyways. Chat after chat we realized we had 'something' and phone numbers were exchanged. But somewhere in between, my real life contacts were more appealing so...... That was that.

Fast forward to December. I was back home from school for Christmas. He was in Eldoret (which is where I went to school. holla Moi Uni alumni) and was lonely. His family had traveled and he had better things to do than tow along. At that point in time, the election fever was high pitch. He was non partisan and I was PNU. He didn't even have an voting card! And I had fallen into the tribal divide. I won't even get into that.

Christmas Day! I logged in (my username was xsistasoulx, just in case we might've 'bumped') and there he was. Oh, I forgot to tell you that we used to flash each other every time we needed to talk... Do not criticize. So we're chatting and I'm going on and on about how I was having a fab day and he tells me how lonely he was. Then I came up with the genius idea to make him a virtual Christmas lunch. I'm so sweet! That went on and on... We never had cyber sex, FYI.

Election day! After performing my civic duty, I log on to brag about it. He cares less. Hmmm... That should've been a sign. Not much to talk about that day. But on the day results were announced and Kibaki was (controversially) sworn in and when all hell went loose, there was something to talk about. I got a play by play what the situation was in Eldoret. It wasn't pretty. It was OK in Mombasa till 30th. My dad, safety freak he is, decided that we should put away all expensive items in the house. That included my phone and the t.v. Actually the t.v was swapped for a very old model that was gathering dust somewhere. Up the 'attic' they went. I didn't talk to him till sometime in January when things had cooled down, somewhat.

Maybe it was fear that was in in Kenyans at that time but things just went whizzzzzzzz!!! Up the scale!!! And later the L word was mentioned... Not by me, I'd never say it first :-) I should make it clear that till L word, we had never met. He had sent me a photo of himself but I didn't return the favour. I wanted him to see me in slow motion the first time we met so I didn't want to spoil that (for myself). I sound so self obsessed! Oh, well.

Cutting the long story short, we met in February 2008. My slow motion walk in failed because I turned up early for the date :-/. After that, well.... here we are.

In as much as we may sometimes want to shut ourselves out from reality, it is unavoidable that at our core, we need to be connected. To have that bond with some other human being. Whether for selfish reasons or noble ones. And I also think that we shouldn't just stick to the conventional. take a risk. Meet a total stranger. You will love it.

I do not have a better conclusion for this post so...... The end!!

P.s
follow me on twitter @kenyanese186. Will try link my blog to it but I'm still too shy to bear myself to the world so, let's keep it local.

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Yesterday, true to their colossal wanker selves, KPLC decided to turn off the lights. Just when I was beginning to enjoy tweetdeck, my recent discovery. As I was navigating through it, I notice that my laptop's battery is about to go off. Oh no! Just when talking to cyber crush was getting interesting :-( As I hit the reply button, flash message pops up, 'plug in or find another power source'. Where is this other power source?? I realize, now, that other people may have two batteries but still, wtf?

Did I say cyber crush? Yeah. There's this guy I've been DMing back and forth on twitter. I wouldn't call it crush per se. I just like talking to him... the 100+ DMs say so. And no, I'm not single. In fact, booboo is in the kitchen making supper while I type away about some guy I've not even met. Go back. Yes, he cooks for me :-) And I feel zilch for flirting with twitter guy.
The reason for this may be because I badly need to get out of this relationship. That's another post for another day. I'll post it after he goes back home. I'm in Nairobi but we're both from Mombasa. He came over for a visit and I'm itching to tell him to go back home :-/ Anyways, he's leaving soon.

So yeah, I'm in Nairobi. Well technically. I really did not want to come here but since I had no choice.... There's just a thing about this city. Maybe it's because I grew up in Mombasa. I really did (do) not like this town. That again is another post. But so far, it's kinda growing on me. It just might work out for the two of us. Looking forward to the adventures in store and other things.
My ex just came to mind! How random! Now that will be the mother of all posts!!!! He is trapped in a loveless marriage! Ha! That's what you get for breaking up with me (this is what vanity looks like). I will not deny that once upon a time, I was dumped (this is what humility looks like). But when I saw him there was this rush of emotion and before any of us.... Like i said, that's for another post.

Looks like there might be a tiny winy problem in the kitchen. But look at that! DM(1)! take a wild guess what i decided to check out first!

Buzzzzz to myself

Whoa! haven't been on here in a loooong while! It's high time that changers. The problem is, i have never mastered the art of committing to something. That's why I never even bother with new year resolutions (Happy new year, btw :-)). However, with the many changes and challenges I am currently facing, i think it's better to commit to ranting out on this blog rather than on people who though might listen to me, do not give a damn or have bigger problems. Going out on a limb that people on blogger are very happy people without a care in the world!

So, yeah. That's what I'll do. i wont even care about TMI or being inappropriate. I guess if I am to really sort my issues should be able to state what they are precisely, right? I realize I am talking to myself here since I have no followers but at least i can hear myself :-)

Well, here's to a new start on the blog world. Cheers to me.