After breakfast, I rushed to take a shower and then went into the next puzzle of what to wear. I know this does not come as a surprise to you but Oh well, it is an important ritual I have to go through every day. Over the past few months, I have added weight, so it is not exactly the dilemma of having too much to choose from but having almost nothing that fits you. Anyway I did not despair, I wore my only pair of jeans that gets to the waist with a lot struggle of jumping up and down my room and eventually lying on my bed to get it to close at the zip region. and the overflowing top.(my elder sister thinks the top makes me look pregnant) but at least no one gets to see the tummy. You know growing fat makes you grow through worse stigmatization than even HIV. I always have to deal with some very obnoxious questions of "When are you due?" "How is are your three children?" "Wow this pregnancy is really bursting out" I could almost punch someone if the face when I reveal that I am not pregnant, neither a mum but I just have a 3 CD changer to replace my tummy...Round is a shape too. It is a miracle even remembering when half the world thinks you are in your thirties and am barely 23.So Closet done, and I can say I think the jumping up and down in my room lost me a few kilos because the outfits looks pretty OK to me. Immediately after I was done, I rushed out to go see my boyfriend at his place. I felt like a million buck walking on the road, with my sling bag intact and my ear phones booming to my favorite songs, this was gonna be a good day.
I took a matatu to town and another one to Gachie. When I got there, I was in a different continent altogether. The mud looked like a chocolate smoothie carpet waiting to sink you in. I was in sandals for heaven sake. As I stood at the stage thinking of the next option, some car sloshed past me sprayed me with mud on my jeans. The Pea Brained individual decided to tie and dye my outfit now I was left with no much choice than to take a bike before the situation got worse. Immediately I got to their gate I started knocking like Hurricane Katrina was right about to swallow me whole. " Kevo Fungua Gate!!!" "Ni kunoma...Fungua Gate" I took a stone and hit the gate harder. In my head, I was desperate to get myself in that gate because I did not want to be spotted looking like a beggar after the 'tie and dye incident'.
I kept knocking that gate like I was promised a trip to Paris for the many times I knock. Sooner or later I heard someone at the gate and relief drew all over my face. However, the person opening caught me all by surprise. It was not Kevo but a female older version of him. I could notice the resemblance in their eyes and cheekbones. She was not very happy to see me.
"Kevin is not around. He will be back shortly, whom do I tell was looking for him?" The lady said.
I was too shocked embarrassed, my loud mouth took a flight to Canada and my voice went on vacation. I gasped for breathe tried to compose myself to speak. " I am Lydia, I wanted to borrow the English dictionary, but its ok, I will use google." I whispered. She nodded and closed the gate. And that HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER, KEVIN! probably that is why I did not ever come back to your place or picked up your phone for a few days.
Embarrassed could not begin to describe the feeling I was going through while I walked back to the stage looking like a confused brain. Just when I thought I was getting lucky in this dating life, my results went back to the initial shape of my pancakes. SHAPELESS!
