She wore big scary spectacled and a large,very very large robe like dress.i could tell she had long hair coz once in a while,the wind blew away her veil n she struggled to hold it back.I kept wondering what was the big deal if her veil chucked-but i never questioned.Am a firm believer of respecting peoples religion and beliefs..I was not her favorite student,heck she didnt even teach me any subjects but somehow i reckon she loved the sound of my name-fact that she called it funnily notwithstanding.....she mentioned me at my best,at my not-so-good moments and also at my worsts.
I had always known she didnt like mi.Not that she hated me-coz thats quite a strong word but if she was given a chance to pick ten girls for a trip abroad,ad be number 20 in her list.One evening,something queer happend that changed my perception completely.I finally understood where she came from.The conversation i had with her opened up my eyes.For sure i was trouble but too stuborn to admit.
I had just received a parcel fro the now infamous KBS and she was holding it for me.I was called from klass and i kept wondering what i had done coz she never called me unless she wanted to scold me or tell me some not so good words.on this particular sun evning,she asked me what i thought ad get.N i told her grade B and above.She was furious-she couldnt believe it was 7months to KCSE and i was still putting myself within a range.she arm-twisted me with all sorts of words to make me be specific but i stuck to my answer.Exams can go either way and i had known my capabilities,i knew i wasnt gonna get an A star-but then again i wasnt dummy.so we talked,conversed and agreed that ad go think about it and give her my thoughts.I spent the whole evening thinking about what we had discussed and i knew there and then what i was gonna get.I knew i still had time to improve where i was to where i belonged and from that evening,it changed my perception of her.
Our love-hate relationship was so interesting.Some days she would wake up totally loving me and other days i was a pain in her-not-so right places.she could at times call me all sort of names and i wondered if her religion allowed that.I never realized then,what i realize now.All she wanted was to mould me-all i did was to fight her.I cant change the hands of time but i do believe its never too late to go back n say THANK YOU!!!!!
Monday, May 21, 2012
Thursday, April 19, 2012
The Death that shook my balance
I have always imagined that am so good in handling sad NEWs....but this one caught me offguard and i must admit,it will confuse me for quite a while.She was not my bestfriend,i must admit many at times i even forgot to invite her for events not coz i forgot her,but coz of reasons am unable to explain.She had a shriekin voice n we could all tell the days she was absent.Her voice didnt match her looks,she looked polite-she sounded spoilt.The last time i laughed with her was when she was on a bus to school and i was walking along parliament road-she shouted my name n i didnt turn.She shouted once more stating "Val,wewe mschana umevaa pants za brown niangalie" I turned,laughed my head off n told her she is crazy.She gladly replied "ilikuwa lazima nikusalimie"
Their school bus started moving n she kept smiling n talking until i couldnt see the bus no more.
An afternoon like any other,just from lunch to fill my tummy n then i get the sad NEWs.My first querry was whether it was still April fools Day.I am not saying she was immortal but there is just something about death n young people that never adds up.I am yet to shed a tear but the pain that cuts across mi is grippin my chest like a tight-iron band n the only way i know i will heal is if,i show her my last signs of respect.I am guilty,she had a baby,i never congratulated,never visited though i knew.
Her death has taught me,its never too late to reach out to an old colleague,schoolmate and friend.
Death is a natural part of life-i better start rejoicing with all those around mi.RIP Daisy,i dedicate this to you.I remember you n i smile:forgive me if i wasnt so much of a friend for i didnt keep in touch!!!May ur good deeds be remembered and motivate those you left behind...as for anythn you might have done to rub anyone the wrong way-Let the Almighty be the Judge.Fare thee welll:-( :-(
Their school bus started moving n she kept smiling n talking until i couldnt see the bus no more.
An afternoon like any other,just from lunch to fill my tummy n then i get the sad NEWs.My first querry was whether it was still April fools Day.I am not saying she was immortal but there is just something about death n young people that never adds up.I am yet to shed a tear but the pain that cuts across mi is grippin my chest like a tight-iron band n the only way i know i will heal is if,i show her my last signs of respect.I am guilty,she had a baby,i never congratulated,never visited though i knew.
Her death has taught me,its never too late to reach out to an old colleague,schoolmate and friend.
Death is a natural part of life-i better start rejoicing with all those around mi.RIP Daisy,i dedicate this to you.I remember you n i smile:forgive me if i wasnt so much of a friend for i didnt keep in touch!!!May ur good deeds be remembered and motivate those you left behind...as for anythn you might have done to rub anyone the wrong way-Let the Almighty be the Judge.Fare thee welll:-( :-(
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