Monday, April 15, 2013
Sunday, April 14, 2013
THE KIBURIS... (PART ONE- THE SLEEPOVER...)
This is the story I started in
my other 7 blog posts about Mr. X and his 4 oh so snobby high and mighty sisters. We have finally gotten to them!!! I decided to just call them "The Kiburis." Kiburi is swahili for grudge...So I have two sisters and the news of my pregnancy shocked them into giving me the cold shoulder when I was around 4,5 months pregnant(I'm 7 n a half now) My brother was not really there for me too for he'd ventured into politics and we all know how demanding that can be. Plus, he has his own family,3little kids who need his attention,the eldest being 4yrs old,the youngest 1yr. Mr.X was only trying to be helpful by telling me about his sis,let's call her Nina. so Nina and I started by becoming friends on Facebook. She told me she also got an unplanned pregnancy early when she was 23 and Mr.X told me she'd dropped out of Catholic University when she'd remained with only a year to complete her course because she'd already moved out and was fending for herself but had no job for they needed papers which she didn't have. And she couldn't ask her parents to pay for her after she'd become 'independent.'Plus,her source of income,her boutique where she sold men's suits had been burnt down by one of her many well deserved enemies. She slept with men for money and had a very lavish lifestyle for her daughter goes to a very prestigious pre-school. They even went for a holiday in Tanzania and she has men constantly at her beck and call asking her to go to Djibouti and what not's. I didn't judge her for Mr.X explained to me that Nina was only looking out for her kid,it was a mother's instinct of survival. But I was not too naive not to see her for the female dog she was. Let me tell you why. so she invites me to her place for a sleepover so she can 'help out' for she'd been through some stuff too due to getting pregnant. I am a bit hesitant but I'm lonely and I think it's sweet of her to offer so I say yes. She says she'll be my sister that I shouldn't worry even if my real sisters desert me. I went there and found her putting out wet laundry so I wondered,'should I shake her hand?Should I hug her?she looks busy and after all we're still kinda strangers... she sees me and tells me to go ahead into her house she'll be there. When she's done,she comes and says a quick hi;doesn't extend a hand or anyth so I politely but feeling awkward just reply. The thing I noted from the 3days and 2nights I stayed with her is that she is an amazing actress;I mean oscar amazing!Like ye pretender of pretenders! She had a friend who'd come to visit her one time with a gentleman friend and she hosted them very politely,engaged in small talk etc but immediately they were gone,she mscheewed!!like those in Nigerian films,getting angry for the man had gotten in with shoes(there was no carpet mind u) and started wiping the whole place frantically with Jik and Dettol! At the time I didn't understand her actions;I thought that was quite rude for she made faces and made nasty remarks about someone who'd been her friend like forever!(I had seen photos on Facebook) so I wondered,'If she can say nasty things behind her friend's back, what about me,a mere stranger?' and I started watching my back from then.Plus, she told me that I shouldn't walk on the cold cement barefooted with my pregnancy and all but she didn't offer any slippers. I'm a stranger,remember? In this case,her guest so she should've showed me what and how.I have never felt so confused in my life because I cannot go around touching things in someone's house.Nina is the type of person who'll see a dirty beggar with tattered clothes and something like kwashiokor or marasmus and tell him,"You should eat a balanced diet, take a bath and eat more protein" but offer him neither soap nor water nor meat nor clean clothes! I was afraid to touch anything in her house for she behaved quite...hostile behind people's backs. She mistreated the maids and after she'd been gone the whole day ask me as an aside,'What has the maid been doing all day?Has she touched anything?' and I would tell the truth that after her errands she just rested on her bed but Nina would still mscheeew and make rude remarks about the elderly lady! The time the househelp asked me if she could use the peanut butter broke my heart... Nina and her other upper class friend (let's call her W) would bitch about how maids ate too much food as if they had been starved wherever they had been and talk about them as if they were not fellow human beings!I believe even 'maids' (I find the term offensive)... househelps,have stomachs and should eat what the rest are eating without having to ask!!! and be judged!!! I was crying when I told this story to Mr.X after he'd sensed something was wrong and coerced it out of me... I just couldn't help it. I love how the elderly househelp proved Nina wrong by being so hardworking and playing so well with Nina's daughter for Nina had even asked me if the 'maid' knew how to play with the kid! This woman,old enough to be Nina's mother clearly knew how to raise children! Actions speak louder than words. Speaking of which,I just can't forget when the friendly househelp asked, 'Naweza tumia njugu kwa mkate?' meaning if she could use the peanut butter on her bread... The expression on her face that day still breaks my heart...
CHAWA KUNGUNI- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8MFBxvXfxs
JIRANI- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZIr_F0_NxmM
NISEMENI- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbvJMhkMvgs
Saturday, April 13, 2013
OH EMOTIONAL MR.X TAKING IT ALL OUT ON ME,HOW...MANLY BOY!SISTERS TO THE RESCUE!
Resentment. That's what I feel every time I have to talk about them. But I
have to... I have to finally get all this emotion off my chest. You put
your heart out on the line and someone ends up being even more of a
woman than you... and not in a good way. This is the story I started in
my other 6 blog posts about Mr. X. I said I wouldn't resort to name
calling
and trashing someone's name via a social network like he did... plus
his 4 oh so nosy snobby sisters. (If I do,it's just the resentment venting;it wants out) We're getting to them in a bit.They are the worst hypocrites of them all. But this,this is the part where Mr.X had a girlfriend, the girlfriend got pregnant and freaked out, didn't tell Mr.X so she aborted without him even knowing he had created a life. He was hurt and damaged when he found out through Miss.Y's bestfriend that he broke things off with her. Let's call Miss.Y Miss.Month;after all,her name is a month of the year. so when we had been sexting and flirting via skype,he had told me that he does not rush into relationships because he actually falls in love;that he'd been in two relationships thus far(not counting the side dishes)one didn't work cz twas long distance and the other,well,you now know what Miss.Month did to him. Mayb that's why he got so close to me,thought he'd found a baby replacement and the thought of the real baby daddy scared him cz he always told me that he did not want to feel like a third party;he was afraid of that for it had happened to his sister. His sister had gotten a wealthy man who adored her and her child despite him not being the biological father for the actual father had no job,no money,had freaked and failed to accept responsibility for the conjoint action. Turns out,he'd been studying and was just in a state of shock for 6years down the line,he came back,wealthier than the guy his sister had even moved in with and the child called this other guy dad.so the siz had to explain to the child who her real father was and the real father even bought his kid an expensive laptop (Kwani ni wa Jubilee??? :D) and the other guy,well,he just felt left out. After being called dad for all those years... after taking care of the kid as if he were his own and the sister couldn't deny the real dad a relationship with his kid which is truly annoying!!!The fact that you gave out sperm does not automatically make you a father!!You can't just be out of someone's life for all those years then come back and ruin the happiness she built without you,it just isn't fair. Yes,you deserve a relationship with your kid,but did you have to wait,disappear,go,come back with more money as a threat to the actual guy who watched the kid take her first steps??the actual guy who stayed when he could have left?? Anyhu,so as you have probably noted by now,Mr.X is a very emotional creature and his family has also been through a lot. But does that give anyone a right to look down upon other families???To insult other decent people just to make yourselves feel better??? Instead of Mr.X just arguing reasonably with me and admitting he was scared to commit, he made me feel less of a person,as if it was all my fault that he couldn't have me!He poisoned his sisters against me and I got to find out in the worst possible manner;amidst insults VIA TEXT!!!He kept on insisting, justifying their actions without even listening to me but let me tell you the WHOLE story then you be the judge. Tell me what would give a person the right to tell someone,"I hope u learn to become a mother from the hoe that you are." Someone who can't even spell whore correctly... I wondered,did I decide to keep my baby so that it could constantly be used as a form of attack against me???Two wrongs don't make a right.I engaged in premarital sex and as a virgin too!and decided not to murder...I am not the first neither will I be the last and God will help me through this,He knew me even before I was born so YOU and YOU and YOU have absolutely NO RIGHT to judge me for your own shortcomings. It all started with a sleep over at Mr.X's sisters place... (afterthought)Whoever lied to Kenyan girls that being light skinned automatically means you're beautiful?You have an ugly ugly heart Miss.Bow legs Kiburi... I'll not stop till I'm finished with every despicable thing you did!No wonder her shop got burnt down... and that was before we even knew each other. 'twas arson... she knew it,they all knew it... you've made a lot of enemies in this small small world... you should watch ur back. We forgive but we never forget;so as not 2 be as naive as we once were. Isn't that what you said? that I pretended to be naive...? yet u r the one with no education and sleeping with men for money for your lavish lifestyle and upkeep of ur kid. yet have no shame when calling me a slut. me who discovered sex and got pregnant,u who do it as a pasttime... *smh* u above 30 arguing with me,a 20 year old... about ur brother's issues!abt our issues!you really are idle... so Mr.X wasn't manly enough to stand up for himself...the 22-year old had to employ the use of his wayyy older sisters to hurl insults 2 that from another generation... real manly Mr.X, real manly. It all started when I told Mr.X that he owed me a decent meeting in person...
CHAWA KUNGUNI- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8MFBxvXfxs
JIRANI- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZIr_F0_NxmM
NISEMENI- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbvJMhkMvgs
Friday, April 12, 2013
MR.X's EVEN MORE SHEMALE FRIEND MR.P WHO'D LIKE A WOMB
Resentment. That's what I feel every time I have to talk about him. But I
have to... I have to finally get all this emotion off my chest. You put
your heart out on the line and someone ends up being even more of a
woman than you... and not in a good way. This is the story I started in
my other 5 blog posts about Mr. X. I said I wouldn't resort to name
calling
and trashing someone's name via a social network like he did... plus
his 4 oh so nosy snobby sisters. We'll get to them later. As later as
their old ages. much much later... Methuselah later. Today we're focusing on Mr.P, the judgmental nobody. so Mr.X had been giving me a really hard time,not replying my texts,not picking my calls that I felt I needed to consult his friend so that I don't come off as 'pushy' or' clingy.' Mr.X himself had told me he was very possessive so I wondered why he didn't want to possess me. All that flirting,sexting and sweet nothings before I was in his box...yet men up to date insist how they r not the same.Mr.X proved otherwise for he was the last person I expected to betray me in the worst possible manner. so this day am wondering bcz,yes,Mr.X told me he was busy doing construction work n all and in our long talks his excuse was that he normally puts his phone down ALL DAY and by the time he's lukin at it in the evenin,he's swamped,has umpteen msgs to reply and pple to call back that he normally ends up not getting back to every one of them.so I thought,oh wow..I treat him like a priority but he treats me like a mere option among many 'people to get back to' The worst thing was I always saw him online on Facebook via his phone so I wondered for someone with 'so little time' on his hands,he never missed time to Facebook,wow...Anyhu,tried communicating with Mr.P asking him if he'd heard from Mr.X, if everything was alright etc and he too fails to reply my text msgs!!I'm absolutely furious!Remember,I'm pregnant and emotional and it's a really bad time because my 2 sisters stopped speaking to me because of the pregnancy,I guess they were in a state of shock too for one of them told me I pretended to be bright yet I'd been fooled by a man,went further as to block me via Facebook;the other simply detested men from growing up with a lot of problems from our drunk violent father so simply ignored my feelings and I.I really needed someone to talk to and I felt like no one was there!so I told Mr.P,you know this is what makes someone resort to suicide...not having anyone to talk to.I didn't mean it as an offence,I meant it as a fact;people with no one to turn to and feel that they don't belong...well,yeah.I just wanted him to reply my txt!and u kn wat,he FINALLY did!via insults and mockery. He told me I'd make a horrible mother and said I wasn't ready to cater for another human being etc etc I apologized for crossing the line for I remember he lost a friend through suicide and must have taken my txt very personally.I told him to forgive the hormones I was just lonely and I overreacted.I FREAKIN' OWNED UP to my mistake and told him not to text back when he was angry for I had been angry too and it wouldn't do any of us any good and u kn wat he did??? He insulted me further and further...unspeakable insults. This is a jobless drunk who oversped his parent's car,almost got us killed and lied to his father about the accident saying a stone fell from a lorry in front of us and he was swerving to avoid it... (The worst liar ever...at least come up with a decent lie)so u kn wat?I had to give him a piece of my mind!I had to tell him that he had no right judging me because he did not own a womb and would never kn childbearing!Even 13-year olds give birth and it's automatic,the motherhood instinct kicks in!!!I didn't stoop to his level of insults but just told him he had no right telling any woman what kind of a mother she'd make;it wasn't his call. No man,actually,BOY has any right to tell any lady what kind of a mother she'd make and that she's not ready for a bby.No man will ever know the pain of carrying a child for 9months!!esp.when the world is looking at u...judging u...because of ur age. Forgetting that most pregnancies are the lost ones;the ones we can't see for they've been terminated...When someone makes a choice to keep a baby,she freakin' knows why!!!If u think u can do a better job oh receded waistline shemale,here,have a womb. This reminds me of Mr.X's ex girlfriend who aborted his child...
CHAWA KUNGUNI- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8MFBxvXfxs
JIRANI- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZIr_F0_NxmM
NISEMENI- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbvJMhkMvgs
Thursday, April 11, 2013
THE SHEMALE STARTED WITH THE COMPLICATIONS MR.X+MISS.Y+MISS.Z+MR.P=???
Resentment. That's what I feel every time I have to talk about him. But I have to... I have to finally get all this emotion off my chest. You put
your heart out on the line and someone ends up being even more of a
woman than you... and not in a good way. This is the story I started in
my other 4 blog posts about Mr. X. I said I wouldn't resort to name
calling
and trashing someone's name via a social network like he did... plus
his 4 oh so nosy snobby sisters. We'll get to them later. As later as their old ages.This is the part where I've fallen for him and I though he'd fallen for me too for he introduced me as his girlfriend when we at some auditions at the Kenya National Theatre and he even added, "Love u sweetheart." Turns out he was only 'helping' me get rid of the other guy who was being a pain in the ass with his constant proposals and couldn't take no for an answer yet we had just met. Anyhu, I never got to hear those words again. As I said, he used to see me as this great person because I always went after what I wanted and most of the time through persistence, hard work and dedication, got it. Plus,I was in my own world. I should never have let him get to my peaceful bubble.From the time he had me in his grasps he started taking me for granted. He never called or texted unless I did. He knew I loved swimming and we had planned to go together but our plans didn't fall through for his father was building their own house in Ruai and he was at 'kazi ya mjengo' most of the time so we hardly spent any time together when he was so busy building and constructing. When he got some free time, he never asked me out like on an official date but used his free time as if I didn't exist. He went for swimming without me and etc. I always had to find an excuse to talk to him and that's when he'd give me time. I'd ask him how he's doing and tell him that I wasn't really happy with where we were because I felt insecure.
1. He behaved as if he loved me but had never made it official so how sure was I that he wasn't seeing other girls?
2. He had never really told me if he ended things with the 2-week girl.
3. His friend Mr.P had disrespected me, saying I'd make a bad mother and he supported him!!
About number three, what happened was that a friend of his died. Actually,his high school deskmate in an all-boys school and I figured that I should be there for him through that trying time. Mr.X was pretty close with Mr.P and at a certain time we were to meet at Caprice Fries and Mr.P was there and they were planning the funeral and all. Mr.P liked hanging out at Caprice upstairs most of the time (all those fries explain his... erm... roundness and tumbo pack) and his mother had been my high school teacher though I was not in her class so we'd become friends via facebook but had never really met in person. I thought it'd help if Mr.X had my company because when people are around me they're always laughing and having a good time for I am not afraid to cook stupidity and I do it to the fullest. They even dared me to stand up in the middle of the restaurant, raise my hands up and say "Murang'a tuko pamoja!" just to prove I wasn't kidding which I did pap!The deskmate had killed himself by jumping off a tree at his home in Murang'a so clearly he had been under a lot of stress. For someone to resort to suicide, and in the most painful manner, he must have really weighed all his options and seen no other way out. I offered to go to the funeral with him and I was right, my company did help. Helped both of us get closer... *naughty laugh* At the time I saw it as doing a good deed and I thought he did too before he turned everything around and made everything I'd done for him seem like the worst thing a human being could do. Mr.X had told me that no girl had ever done for him the things I'd done for him.that he was happy with where we were so I shouldn't feel insecure. He just wanted us to take things slow. twas pure bliss! at least 4 him... I needed something more...solid. But... Mr.P was,is bad influence on Mr.X, drinking, smoking, wasting his life away and wanting to take others along with him. No wonder we got into an accident from Murang'a. Mr.P,the driver was high and had been over speeding and I came to see for myself why my mother did not want me to attend that funeral. I got to see what boys did at those funerals(I was the only girl in the vehicle with them), drinking in the name of the departed with no shame whatsoever. I went against my own mother just to be by Mr.X's side and what does he do when we get into a little disagreement? He asks me "What the fwuck were u thinking???" But before that as his en route of ignoring me as usual I try to talk to Mr.P so as to understand Mr.X. Worst mistake!it's like giving solid food to a 1-day old baby... gugugaga... gag!
1. He behaved as if he loved me but had never made it official so how sure was I that he wasn't seeing other girls?
2. He had never really told me if he ended things with the 2-week girl.
3. His friend Mr.P had disrespected me, saying I'd make a bad mother and he supported him!!
About number three, what happened was that a friend of his died. Actually,his high school deskmate in an all-boys school and I figured that I should be there for him through that trying time. Mr.X was pretty close with Mr.P and at a certain time we were to meet at Caprice Fries and Mr.P was there and they were planning the funeral and all. Mr.P liked hanging out at Caprice upstairs most of the time (all those fries explain his... erm... roundness and tumbo pack) and his mother had been my high school teacher though I was not in her class so we'd become friends via facebook but had never really met in person. I thought it'd help if Mr.X had my company because when people are around me they're always laughing and having a good time for I am not afraid to cook stupidity and I do it to the fullest. They even dared me to stand up in the middle of the restaurant, raise my hands up and say "Murang'a tuko pamoja!" just to prove I wasn't kidding which I did pap!The deskmate had killed himself by jumping off a tree at his home in Murang'a so clearly he had been under a lot of stress. For someone to resort to suicide, and in the most painful manner, he must have really weighed all his options and seen no other way out. I offered to go to the funeral with him and I was right, my company did help. Helped both of us get closer... *naughty laugh* At the time I saw it as doing a good deed and I thought he did too before he turned everything around and made everything I'd done for him seem like the worst thing a human being could do. Mr.X had told me that no girl had ever done for him the things I'd done for him.that he was happy with where we were so I shouldn't feel insecure. He just wanted us to take things slow. twas pure bliss! at least 4 him... I needed something more...solid. But... Mr.P was,is bad influence on Mr.X, drinking, smoking, wasting his life away and wanting to take others along with him. No wonder we got into an accident from Murang'a. Mr.P,the driver was high and had been over speeding and I came to see for myself why my mother did not want me to attend that funeral. I got to see what boys did at those funerals(I was the only girl in the vehicle with them), drinking in the name of the departed with no shame whatsoever. I went against my own mother just to be by Mr.X's side and what does he do when we get into a little disagreement? He asks me "What the fwuck were u thinking???" But before that as his en route of ignoring me as usual I try to talk to Mr.P so as to understand Mr.X. Worst mistake!it's like giving solid food to a 1-day old baby... gugugaga... gag!
CHAWA KUNGUNI- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8MFBxvXfxs
JIRANI- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZIr_F0_NxmM
NISEMENI- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbvJMhkMvgs
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
WALK OF SHAME WITH THE SHEMALE MR.X
Resentment. That's what I feel every time I have to talk to him. You put
your heart out on the line and someone ends up being even more of a
woman than you... and not in a good way. This is the story I started in
my other 3 blog posts about Mr. X. I said I wouldn't resort to name
calling
and trashing someone's name via a social network like he did... plus
his 4 oh so nosy snobby sisters. We'll get to them later. This is the
part where he invites me to his home and does not waste a single second.
He casually asks, "Can I kiss you?" as I'm fumbling with my fingers for the maid has just left and it's just the two of us. "Of course," I shyly reply. One thing leads to another and he's carrying me across the room to the much larger sofa where we're making out profusely. I'm half naked, my top and bra being strewn across the living room floor as he leads me ever so gently to his room. I follow coyly and absolutely love the fresh neat room and sort of Kingsize bed with a white duvet. Everything is just so orderly and the bed could not have been more welcoming. Well, I'll write a fiction novel based on what happened that day. Picture this, two glasses of half drank pineapple juice on the table, my seashell earrings that resembled Mr.X's seashell neck-piece on the table (I still want that kachain,I do have the matching earrings...hehe...), my shoes outside, my top and bra on the floor, my laptop on the sofa and the lap bag on the dining table where Mr.X's chinese books were strewn across. He was learning Chinese at the afya centre. Did we go the distance? No. Escaped by a whisker. Let's just say I'm glad his mum went and locked herself in her room giving me what was left of my dignity and time to escape albeit through the living room where his sister Miss.B (B for biscuit in son of a Biscuit) eyed me from the top of the glass of juice she was drinking and all the children stared at me in silence after Mama X's outburst and immediate lockdown in her room. Walk of shame; At least I now knew how it felt not just imagining it as from the movies and stories I'd heard. I have lived. lol. He gave me a push back home and only after I'd reached home that I realized he had forgotten to pack my laptop adaptor hence I couldn't use it for it'd run out of power. Mr.X used to be very sweet you know... he boarded a matatu from their home, Donholm, amidst my protests saying it was no big deal he'd bring it to Kariobangi South, to me. He said he'd even be happy to get out of the house for his mum was not speaking to him, which had never happened before. I still remember her voice when she found the door locked and on opening all incriminating evidence lying everywhere... "Is there a girl in this house?" over and out like three times. Mr.X telling me to dress up my predicament being that my upper body attire was in the living room where his mother was. Haha... Since Mr.X was all over me, I figured the two-week girl was out of the picture because he'd said it meant nothing to him at the time that they were still getting to know each other. I didn't expect him to entertain any other girl for he knew, from having 4 sisters in the same predicament, how emotional a pregnant person could be and to add on to the fact that women are emotional creatures. I constantly asked him if he'd broken off things with her since his actions showed exactly that. I'd told him I was falling for him and I actually thought I was the first to tell him, "I love you." Later on I find out that as we were so busy sexting via skype, I hadn't noticed he had told me he loved me in Chinese. I was happily going through old threads taking a walk down memory lane when I noticed it, "Wo ai ni, wo de ai"I love you, my love(r) and that is the day I saved him as **wo de ai** I always told him I wanted us to do things the right way but he always hesitated, saying he was not ready to make it official. I had this gut feeling that the other girl was still in the picture and that's why he didn't want to commit. Plus, I was expectant with someone else's child so I figured he might be afraid to promise me anything though I made it perfectly clear that where my baby was concerned, I could and would manage on my own. Anyway, I should have listened to my gut... but I'd already fallen for him.
NI WE-http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWbCNRGFO7w
NI WE-http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWbCNRGFO7w
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
HE'S A HE SHE HE SHE HE SHE SHE HE ISN'T HE?
Resentment. That's what I feel every time I have to talk to him. You put
your heart out on the line and someone ends up being even more of a
woman than you... and not in a good way. This is the story I started in
my other 2 blog posts about Mr. X. I said I wouldn't resort to name calling
and trashing someone's name via a social network like he did... plus
his 4 oh so nosy snobby sisters. We'll get to them later. This is the part where I'm expecting a baby and the baby daddy and I had broken up even before we'd found out I was pregnant and the news had taken him by surprise so he was there though he was not. We tried to keep it casual, tried to remain friends for the sake of our kid but chemistrywise, na-ah. We had ended our relationship amicably and it was better if things remained that way. Mr.X,oh doteful pally pal, had promised to be there for me and my baby though I insisted that because I had my parents' support, I really didn't need to rely on anyone else. The baby daddy had no job and hadn't told his parents so I was just freaked out; wondering how he'd support me if every time I brought up hospital bills, he shut me out. He never texted or called unless I did so I felt like I was forcing him just talk to me let alone accept responsibility. The fact that he was acting that way stressed me out even more than the fact that I was pregnant at my first attempt at sex, at 19 and was expecting at 20. Way to kill 2 birds with one stone baby daddy. Hurrah! Plus his reasoning was wayyy off; asked what he thought about abortion, said that since we'd already broken one commandment;committed fornication and do not kill was also a commandment and there was no sin greater than the other... (way to reason Mr.doteful SDA;I feel much better!) I figured it'd be wise to give him some time to think, to really think, without him feeling like I was pressurizing him (as he said) while he was still in university. Abortion was out of the question. Me kill my own awesome genes? Early or not, I wanna see what ave created... hehe... So I stopped communicating with him and got a bit of a peace of mind because I didn't have to hear his lame hi's and fret over his ignorance over importance matters. My folks reasoned that he might be in a state of shock too and since men don't like showing their emotions much, he would come around... eventually. Still waiting for that to happen... even just 100bob credit would be a nice gesture...since he's not spent a cent on me or our baby <sigh> Why am I always the man in relationships??? Back to main topic of discussion, Mr.X. We had long talks and he understood that I expected nothing from him as far as my baby was concerned; just to be a father figure and a shoulder to lean on. I spelt that out perfectly because Mr.X was also in university and didn't have a job (way to go Alvina) so I honestly didn't expect any man to step in. I had a job and was, still am, a go-getter, plus, my parents were so understanding and even those I expected to condemn and shun me;my staunch Christian cousins and aunt; ended up being the most supportive of them all. Ironic,huh? I was independent and men took advantage of that, friends and frenemies too. No one ever paid the bill when they were with me. They always expected me to pay so do you think I seriously expected any one of these men to support me and my baby financially? No. I just enjoyed company and treasured friendship so dearly that I felt it didn't really matter who paid the bill. They do say it is better to give than to receive. My mum always told me these men were using me (most of my friends being men,well, boys plus the woman in Mr.X, you'll come to understand as the story progresses) and that the day I would be broke is the day I would come to know my real friends but I always rushed in to their rescue saying they were hustlers; they weren't expected to ask for cash from their parents unlike us girls who could so I didn't mind 'treating' them every once in a while. My mum just told me to be careful; after all, even when they had cash, none of them had ever treated me. Tskful. Meanwhile, Mr.X and I had gotten pretty close; kissing, making out and all. I reasoned that I was already pregnant. We had planned to go to second base but never really got the chance thank God! Well, if his mother hadn't walked in on us that day...
CHAWA KUNGUNI- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L8MFBxvXfxs
JIRANI- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZIr_F0_NxmM
NISEMENI- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbvJMhkMvgs
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