Tripping...yes I am

Miriam Makeba is on my play list. Surprise song! combined with the rain- this song sends me places. Think playgrounds and grass thatched houses. Lantern lit dinners and BBC News at 6p.m. Listening to guys talking through their 'noses' ;).

I was 14 years of age. Living with my Grand Parents. The Best Couple ever. The closest i ever came to living with Mummy, Daddy and Joy. Yes, there was Joy-in abundance.

At 14, I was exploring and learning and exploring and messing up. Had my first crush- yeah, had a huge crush on the neighbor's kid who seemed to be a ladies' man at my school. My crush all went and died the day he showed up at my school someday and everyone was around him. Well, I know it was a single sex school but everyone was so around him.
Suffice to say, my crush died that day- before I had had an opportunity to be exploited... :D
But, his Dad was a great guy. Had all these books in his study room.. The first time my Grandpa sent me to drop off Nelson Mandela's thriller I was blown away. Totally- I didn't want to walk out of that room. The Late Mr. Ochiengs was a smart guy (oh yeah, he was a lawyer and I was a teen wearing my heart on my forehead).. He looked at me once and told me to pick 5 books. And I could keep them. As long as I read each and gave him a summary- one a week.

He passed on a few months later though. I hope he is resting in Peace. I still have 3 of the five books. I have lost possessions in my life but I can't seem to let go of my Jeffrey Archer, John Grisham and Danielle Steele. The other two, I lost at school- trying to fit in circles by sharing...

So, the evenings with my GrandPa. My Best Friend to date. My Dad. The only Gentleman I've known in this walk of life. My Teacher. My Friend. We listened to Miriam Makeba sometimes- most times before the news came on.

Oh how I miss my Grand Pa. I miss you Jajja Dad.. Ok. So, we'd sit and listen to Makeba (RIP)- aaah, and he'd teach me things about life. Little things here and there.

He taught me how to bargain something to half price with a straight face.

He taught me that family is everything. He taught me that Love is enough. I look back (with tears) at the times he would come visiting me with nothing but his copy of the Sunday Monitor and a packet of family biscuits. We'd sit down and he'd tell me about my GrandMa who was bedridden at the time.
And he'd leave me a happy little teenager.

I remember a time I was suspended after just two weeks of school!! Two weeks! I got home, and fed him my story as was. He looked me in the eye and told me loved me very much. But he was a Teacher. So, he believed my story alright, but when we got to school he would believe the headteacher's story too. And whatever punishment would be dished out, I was to accept without any remorse. So, we agreed on that and fried egg that evening. The topic was never mentioned again.
Super GrandPa.

Oh wait, Its stopped raining- and I gotta come back to right now. Right now, aint so happy. Right now has responsibilities... Responsibilities.

If i could, If it were possible, I would have loved to spend a few more hours with him. ok. at least one hour a day with him. Just one hour a day.
Wait, he is physically gone, but still here,... so, why don't I, put aside one hour a day and write my GrandPa a letter. One a day...

Brilliant... Looking forward to that-we can do this Jajja Dan. We can.

Tomorrow morning- we'll hang out together. That I promise. Right now, I gotta go and do adult runs- Things... see people, take care of them...

I love you.

Ticklish Thursday

Thursday is here... Last day of my work week!! Yay!! and some more Yay
Came to work this morning with a smile on my face- not just a smile but I was laughing.. like something was really tickling me non-stop. Must have been a sight now that am hungry and I think about it.

I looked up the word ticklish and found a new meaning of it that i didnt know before...

tick·lish :  ˈtik(ə)liSH/ (adjective.)

(of a situation or problem) difficult to deal with; requiring careful handling.

"her skill in evading ticklish questions"

synonyms: difficult, problematic, tricky, touchy, delicate, sensitive, tender, awkward, prickly, thorny, tough; 

Whereas i thought last evening's escapades were still running uninhibited in my small mind, i learnt that ticklish could also mean that up there. And now that I think about it, last night was ticklish..

From the bed posts kicking my toes.. as in toes on both legs... 

While picking out my clothes for today, i stepped on the wrong end of a heeled shoe.. wonder why the shoe was there in the first place. I hopped around until that stopped smarting so much.. then i turn off the lights and the bed kicks me!!! Twice at that!! 

Like Seriously? As if it was not enough that my side of the bed had been hijacked by these resident guests!! They need to get out of  my bed already!! The fevers left long ago. Ok, I should be the one throwing them out. I dont feel ready to that just yet. They sleep so well... infact we've had dry bed since they moved into my bed :). (Lexi used to wet her bed)

So, earlier on that evening... I was blown away by a guy in the taxi  i rode home. I painstakingly created my playlist for that taxi ride and just as i'd stuck the ear pieces in the ears this guy comes and falls right beside me and asks if am holding a black berry!! Really? Was that his best line? being the talker that I am and considering that I was riding high... I humored him.. Dude failed me totally. I eventually put my battered One Touch 585F Alcatel back in my bag and had a conversation with this guy. Went from "i don't remember your name" (I know i had not told him my name)- to how his sister has his car and she killed the belt- Dude- I dont own a car... hello.. am in a  taxi at 10:30 p.m!!... to... Can I have your number?" The Guts?????

Oh well, when he asked for my number i was tempted to quote The Weeknd in his remix for Beyonce's Drunk in love.. The Weekend goes like 

Don't take my number, I don't want your number, I'll call you back if that  &*%$#^"

That Weeknd Guy gets explicit also.. but I love him so.

Disclaimer: If you really love me and think me a good girl, please don't google The Weeknd. Please do not                     listen to anything from him. I value my position in your heart and mind.

But, I was a nice girl to this Taxi guy and asked for his number.. and promised to call him. One day.. when I officially become an Aunt or Grandmother- I will call him.. But.. I liked his guts. I wish i were that brave.

Now... Ticklish....I was summoned and it was ticklish. Still is ticklish...
When I deal with it. When I stop smiling and worrying about it all in the same micro second- believe you me I will write about it.

For now, It's the weekend baby!!

PS: Keep your eyes on the prize, Make money ghetto youth stay alive
#NP Keep your eyes on the prize~Bascom X

Tantrum Tuesday

As a girl, I believe its my naturally given right to throw a coupla tantrums here and there. I've heard it told that I could throw one every half a minute and the world would still go round. Yeah, I know, its some sort of time wastage throwing tantrums when the world aint gonna stop to watch and react.

Oh, all the same, I have chosen today to be the day I throw my tantrum for this month. (see? I've toned them down to one a month! Progress).

(I see myself sitting on the bathroom floor moving my feet and arms in opposite directions- wailing- ok not wailing but i will look like this- i guess)

 I need a reason for throwing my tantrum!! Shucks! Oh yeah, So, March is here. For Christ's sake its the fourth day of March!!! THE FOURTH.. and am still making resolutions for next month (read March)!!

what kind of person am I? I mean, how come calendar month end comes faster than paycheck month ends?
Why can't the two be in sync?

Also, this rain? I planted my Collards.. the seedlings have come out of the ground and with them a whole mess of Amaranthus (Dodo!) Sagala Dodo... I didn't plant Dodo. When I was buying the seeds, I envisioned Ugali, Beef and Sukuma... in fact on lean days.. Ugali Sukuma and Avocado...
someone help me with a handkerchief. My saliva glands (or whatever) are in over drive. So, facing reality right now is not top priority. Weeding my Collards bed was not part of my dreams.

Maybe I should let them grown together... Let the Plant and the Weed grow together... The Bible says something to that effect. Or so I think.

Oh!!! Been feeling very mischievous lately. Very so. I have my eyes on a one person. And they make matters worse by making themselves available... Every Supermarket I walk into there is this shelf of wines and spirits just next to the toiletries... For crying out loud- am a mother who will always be in need of at-least a toilet item every few days. Diapers, Lotions A, B, C... (somedays I forget my stuff in the kids' reach and they find better use for it) So I gotta replace after every careless morning.

And the Wine is sitting there. Begging me to pick it up. Yesterday, I almost picked up a bottle of Tequilla. What saved me was the price tag! See, sometimes its a blessing to be broke. Keeps one out of harm's way.

Yes... I have called Alcohol a person. Because it is alive and daring me. Am not an alcoholic. In fact, I've had spurts of tea-totaling that went up to until almost 5 years at a go. And now I can't stop myself.

Ok... now!!!! When that paycheck comes.. I better have a manager in place.

Imma seek someone to touch the physical money for me. (avoiding impulsive shopping).. #proudofmyself

Ok... I think I stopped ranting many paragraphs ago and the fact that I can't stop 'ok'-ing means i should publish and go back to work.

Need to have some impulsive shopping extra dime..

Bye
Mauryn

2013 started...NO ITS 2014!!!! HOMAIGOD

So I woke up this morning and for the first time in ages looked at my calendar.
HOMAIGOD!!! Imagine my shock when the page that stared back at me said it was March 2, 2014!!! Mehn!! thought it was a joke. Seriously, I thought either my eyes or my housemate were playing a trick.

So, I checked out all my social media accounts and every page- even the newspapers said it was actually March 2, 2014! Well, I have allowed its March...

My question remains though- where did January and February go? I missed out. Totally and also missed out on those two months.

Now, I need to find out what happened. Who did what, with who, when and How?
And I hate reading.. really do hate reading. I think that is why I missed out on the changing dates- This hatred for reading.

And no, am not dyslexic. Am not, I just hate reading-period.

But I have a few stories to tell. Infact, I have a story to tell. It has Jazz, Jazz and more Jazz.
While i was hibernating, in came a guy. This Guy --Michael Kitanda. He is good. Upcoming and good.

I mean he is so good that he got me out of my sleep. and here I am. Awake and wondering.

By the way, you can listen and support him Grow. Just check out that www.fezah.com and the rest will work itself out.

alright, i need to listen to my favorite Sunday show. The Good Times show on Radio One FM 90.

Will come back later. The Presenter is playing some Commodores song- Lovely lovely.
Gonna make my request before i forget.

for now, turebane