My future wife here is the final draft

They say that the best time to repair the roof is when the sun is shining. The sun is truly shining on us. Oohhh I forgot to tell them that we finally met. Yes my future wife and I met a few weeks ago! She is truly a work of art and yes she has short hair and dimples and no she is not one of the Moipei girls but that’s a story for another day. Her name is exotic too, when am able to pronounce it without biting my kikuyu tongue, I will announce it.

3 Graves Later….

I have ridden in a hearse three time. All the three times the vehicle has found its way into my father’s compound. I have sat through three funeral services, didn’t hear a thing the preacher said, I have sat there staring at caskets, each bearing the body of my brothers. Nothing prepare you for such moments. Nothing prepares you to watch your mother cry, to watch your father try be strong because he is a man but you know he is devastated. Even for a chatterbox like me, words simply refuse to leave your mouth when your nieces and nephews ask you what happened to their father and uncle.

May 1st and my innocence stolen

Last weekend was perfect, OK, almost perfect. I was home with Family and that means Mum and dad and nieces and nephews and an aunt. This is important to clarify who i hung out just so I don’t lock out any admirers and potentials. Had fun with my boys too, Mike Mwangi and Isaac Muroki. Things were going pretty well until our cow pulled the plug on my party. Instead of resting as an honest laborer, i was traumatized and robbed of my good innocent self.