Thunderbolt
This will be short. It’s up to you to decide if it will be sweet. I have been busy inking the book that’s dropping in November. I have gotten to the point where it has turned into a taxing spouse that demands all my time.
“Honey, I’m craving fries.”
“Fries? Past midnight? Let me dash to Sonford, It’s no trouble at all.”
“Hon, my back, it’s uncomfortable.”
“Here, take my pillow, we don’t want you having a back injury.”
To put it simply, I’m whipped. Or like we say it on this side of the Sahara. Nimekaliwa chapo.
I intended to write something for the week, especially because a lot happened the week before. I was in this show at Jamhuri that the president attended and I met this girl who made me feel things I haven’t felt. It felt like being hit by a thunderbolt, the one that hit Michael Corleone in The Godfather. I didn’t want to pen it because I didn’t want to give it half the effort. It’s true, you can’t serve two masters, especially when one of them is a prima-donna.
Instead, I’m going to shamelessly guilt trip you. I’m always the one laying my life bare here. Let us switch, be the storyteller today for a change. What is happening in your life? Are you in school, are you married, how is work, is there someone special? Look, it doesn’t have to be long, you don’t even have to use your name. It can be anonymous like, Ketchup, or Prima-donna, you can even use Riparian Land if that is what swings your golf club. In the meantime I’m getting back to my spouse, what is that I hear her saying? Yeah, she needs a foot rub.
Adieu!
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I am all those things you mentioned. Married, in school, at work, with someone special and a ghost writer. Well, because I am a ghost that follows your blog ghostly, reads ghostly and dissappears because ghost do just that they dissappear.
How’s marriage you want to ask? It gets marred with age if you get the drift. Work is whacking the hell out of our brains and muscles. This ghost is just through with school and the school has refused to grant it the transcripts to apply for a job whose application deadline is tomorrow because, according to their explanation, which is banal, is that a graduand is not issued with a provisional transcript. See how protocol, no, people screw each other point blank.
To this ghost someone is only special when it matters for it believes in nay absolute. Hence being special is relative. You could be the shit today and shit tomorrow because we assume to know who people are but not what they may become.
Or you could be shit today and the shit tomorrow. It happens, you were a ghost but look at you now.
My health has brought me to my knees three times this year, recently yesterday. But this sexy friend doesn’t care for lows (Can we start sentences with but?). Like a Phoenix I always rise. I also met someone who made me feel things I have never felt before.I Am yet to decide how to react to that.
My current read is Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini. This writer is captivating. I have been contemplating writing for a while now but I have been craving fries too and foot rubs. Maybe I should let myself be.
Huh. Looks, like we can even start sentences with exclamations. You’ll get better, you’re only defeated if you stay down.
The past few weeks have seen me rebuilding. I’ve had to let go of things which I stood for in the past. In my free time I write a lot which calms me. I also spend time reading with you being one of my favorite writers. Sadly I’ve only finished one book(hard copy) in the last two months but will up my game. About school, I’ll be joining campus in a few weeks. Not too excited but definitely happy. I’m still learning about life, a process I imagine has no end.
When I was joining campus I could count on one hand how many books I had read (that were not curriculum). Read more, it will give you an upper hand every time and thank you for setting camp here.
It definitely was short and sweet….
My life? At the moment I’m in limbo mode.
I’m I in school? Hell no. I would like to take a few classes in freelancing though!
Married? Nope. The Guy above is yet to hand me my other rib. He might be making Gabriel work overtime to find me a perfect fit. My mama’s prayers won’t let Him catch a break.
Work, I hate it sometimes. Most times. Salary delays and all. Pesa sabuni ya roho, no?
Someone special? I have no idea where my better half is. I don’t even think I will ever meet him. Maybe he is with someone else. Who Knows? or maybe he is just around the corner. I Might meet him today or tomorrow or the next day or never. I’m pissed at him though. A constant conflict with my mom. That he hasn’t come around.
I love reading. The funny ha and the funny haha. Fiction. Blogs. Just finished reading Ashes to Ashes by Tami Hoag (read it in a day). About to start Lee Child’s Jack Reacher series. Waiting for your other book though. Yank my chain (sounds dirty. Isn’t meant to be).
I’ll pick one thing and run with it. About a better half. I have found that you have to be very deliberate about what you want. It all boils down to choices. I would like to say I haven’t found her yet but the truth might be I’m not ready for a commitment. Down the road I might get the itch, my parents probably have their fingers crossed that it happens sooner.
Floating through life so to speak. Work is a female dog at the moment but a girl has got to do what a girl has got to do I guess. Well, until them bills finally grow a spine and learn how to take care of themselves…such wishful thinking….sigh!
And what or who are these special humans you speak of? How come I have yet to bump into one? I too would love to feel the “things” you reference. Wait, could I be paying for my ancestors’ sins? Rumour has it my great great grandmother was literally ‘stolen’ from her compound during the then raids. Could it be my rib was also waylaid en route by one of the ladies I see walking around all smart and bright eyed? In which case then my poor mum’s heart is about to receive a beating. She wants grandchildren. I want peace. Dear smart, bright eyed lady, please ‘unseat’ on the chapati so that my rib and I can finally be together.
Shoot, gotta run. My boss is giving me the side eye, maybe he can smell my mischief during office hours.
Later.
Wait, wait, before you run away. I think I have the answer. You probably also need to be stolen. Maybe leave the door unlocked every once in a while. No don’t take my advice not with the security situation in our country. Haha
My life right now?
That’s an interesting blog post BTW…. It is definitely short and sweet!
Well, currently, my mind is a jungle of thoughts. I completed campus a year ago and since then, I have been wondering what next for me? Sometimes I feel like I have it all figured out and other times I feel like the biggest loser of all time! I can’t seem to find or feel that ONE THING that sets my heart on fire. It’s been such an emotional roller coaster on my end but at the end of some days, I get to say a GRATITUDE PRAYER to God. I thank Him for health, family and friends, joy, peace, LOVE, faith and lastly but not least, you blog posts that brighten those gray days. Kudos to you!
The great thing is, you just finished campus, that probably means you’re in your early twenties. You can try all sorts of things till you figure out what you love and five, ten years down the road you will still be young. You’ve got time which a lot of people under-rate, run with it.
And thank you for putting us in your prayers, salut.