I guess I fell for a cerelac babe,
no wonder our relationship has teething problems
There is this thing we call sibling rivalry, Well, we never suffered from this disease in our family. We were more collaborative, so most of the time we got neck-deep in shit as a family. In fact, we suffered from a more powerful disease, It’s commonly known as sibling thievery!
My sister June Nyawade and I stole a lot of small things (note that ‘small things’ doesn’t mean we were cleptomaniacs) we stole useful things like maziwa, chapat, mandas, miksi and honey too. you see stealing these small things and getting away with it gives one a very addictive adrenaline rush, we started simple. we were just exploring our abilities and stretching our realities a bit but soon it became a game.
Being that my sister spent most of her days in the boarding school, I was left to exploit these opportunities at home alone. My favorite days were when father came home from Kisumo with two polythenes full of shopping, there would be honey, miksi, goldband and some other sweeties I have since forgotten what they were called…YOu see, I was no thief I was just taking liberties with things I was entitled to, It was the time of serving that I didn’t approve of, I was no thief I was just impatient.
It so happened that one day, I had come from school for lunch, as mama was busy in the kitchen I took my sister Dorcas, then still a baby to her crib but I didn’t stop there..I walked to the door and called mama twice just to make sure she hadn’t followed me.
‘Aaaan’ mama itikaad
At this point you have to be very creative
‘Nyathini pek manade kawuono yawa’
‘hahahahaha kwani ikia ga ni ng’at manindo pek’
‘ooyo mama afwenyo kawuono’
‘tim piyo, ilokna rombono kapok idok sikul’
Having made sure that the disciplinarian was busy, I hopped into her bedroom and opened the kabat..2kgs of Miksi just stood there waiting for me…my ooh my…no spoon! what do you do? cup your hands and do the scooping-licking, scooping-linking and then baang the bedroom door opens…and then history! I went to school without taking lunch…
From that day henceforth I swore not to indulge my impatience in absence of my accomplice, so when she came back we pulled the mother of all thieving.. we drank all the milk we were given to boil..when mama came back she found us very busy teaching Lucy some manners..Lucy was once a faithful cat, dare we call this corruption? Lucy was just a Josephine Kabura, the Waigurus were the ones ripping it’s skin off now..
‘yawa pakanani tinde osechako kwelo yawa’ is all mama said!
I know June Nyawade will say this is a lie
I also know That I have just fooled you!
There she was
The black sheep of the class
She neither belonged
Nor felt at home
She was alone in a crowd
She was lonely too
Nobody dared speak to her
So she nibbled her nails
To remind herself of her existence
Or to converse with herself
After all she’s three in one
She too knows the power of trinity
A language she spoke
But none of them understood
Or paid the least attention
Mute and dumb they assumed she was
How language can be so limited to words
And then they beat her
She cried painfully
As tears streaked her visage
The others kept mocking her
And I rose
Sauntered towards her
She came running into my arms
And she sobbed and sobbed
And she fell asleep
In a stranger’s arms
Strangers lay side by side
guilt surging in minds
Sex knows no relationship
I called my Ex yesterday
But seemingly she had little to say
Just shared how she’s been doing great
And how she’s prayed that I remain sane
This was a disappointment
I thought she’ll never give up her quest for engagement
But as sunshine dries the morning dew
So was her love growing distant with all the venom I spewed
I swallowed my pride and skinned my ego
Bent low, accepted the zero score
Coz I had to tell her the truth
How my heart is hollow within and bruised
I had to tell her…
How she’s a jewel I didn’t know how to value
How foolish I was to mistreat her the way I did
How ungrateful I was then
How my life has been a nightmare without her
How I would like to keep her beneath my tongue
That she’s irreplaceable
But she wanted to hear everything except these statements that to her was only reminiscence of the filthy life she had!
Did she say having me as a boyfriend is a filthy encounter?
I think my ears failed me!
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