As you start reading this, be aware that I am HIGHLY likely to get into your nerves and I’m not sorry about it, even a tiny bit. These are thoughts I’ve been having and I didn’t have an avenue to air them out or maybe I wasn’t ready to openly talk about them. Since this is my platform, and I’m allowed to write about anything I want in any way I want, lemme give you a bit too much information about me, through these thoughts. Trust me, number 6 is liiiitttt!
I am not sure how Twitter algorithms work, so I don’t know what was the trending hashtag in your region on Monday (07/06/2020) morning. Guys in my region, Kenya, know what the trending topic was, then. Genuinely speaking, while watching that video, I didn’t see a flexing babe. I saw my dream house being laid out before my eyes! All those seventeen minutes my mouth was wide open, while at the same time making quick mental notes on what I need to add to the house. Yaani right now I can comfortably draw my retirement’s house plan without struggling. That was motivation enough, to start my week with new determination and zeal.
IMO, Kenyans-generally netizens-need to stop being bitter about other people’s achievements. I know some of you will INTENTIONALLY and TOTALLY misunderstand me so re-read that statement from whatever perspective that makes you happy.
My birthday is in June, and so is pride month. Fun fact. When I first came across the term “Pride Month”, I thought it meant the month where we celebrate self-confidence, have talks on boosting self-esteem, lash out at body shamers…ok you can now stop laughing at me.
The disappointment I experienced when I realized it’s nothing close to that, was more intense than the one I experience when my close friends misspell my name. Don’t get me wrong. I have nothing against LGBTQ members and I kabisaa respect their choice. I actually have interacted with a couple of them on a personal level, and they were amazing, to say the least. However, same-sex relationships are still a concept I don’t understand and certainly one I don’t advocate for.
For the longest time now, mum has been throwing those hints for “when are you bringing your boyfriend for dinner?” my way. She doesn’t understand why I haven’t brought anyone home so far, yet when she was my age, she was in a serious relationship. The relationship was worth it, because otherwise you would not be reading this article.
I know I am very immature for a relationship, a romantic one, to be precise. I’m thinking “immature” was an extreme word to use, so scratch that. I am very unprepared for a relationship. Commitment is a very huge project and currently, I don’t have enough resources to fund that project. Yeah me I’m not about to take someone’s son through these hoe-ships I’m seeing in Nairobi.
Also, love is for everyone. I am not everyone.
You know you are growing old when you can’t keep up with social media. I am no longer active on group chats. How I’m I expected to go through 30+ texts every five minutes? The only group chat I’m purposing to be active on, is the one I’ll create and add my husband’s close friends so that they help me surprise him with his dream car on his 36th birthday. Can I get an AMEN to that? Heee today I’m talking a bit too much about love. I promise you won’t hear me talk about love again, mpaka after a decade.
WhatsApp statuses used to be my source of the best memes and a few random motivational quotes. It no longer is, because where is the energy to go through status updates of 50+ people? Therefore, if you put up any post on your WhatsApp status aiming at me, please give me a heads-up ili I view it.
Do you guys still send SMS’s? It’ll be easier to get a message to me via WhatsApp than via an SMS. It has nothing to do with snobbing. I just don’t realize it when someone sends me a text. My phone is always on silent mode because I messed with its settings so I even don’t have a notification tone.
What is it about pre-marital sex that every one is hyping?
I told you number 6 is liiiitttt! You see, it wasn’t a bait.
I am having a bit too much on my plate nowadays. This should be the case for the next one or so months. So let’s catch up again in August or September maybe.
A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another.