Game of firsts

 Life is a game of firsts. First love, first kiss, first crush - you don't forget those.

Today, I wanna tell you about the first crush I ever had - first serious crush at least. PS: I proceeded to simp very hard and I'd do it again.

Let me take you back a couple of years ago. I was a 17-year old clueless freshman at the time. Full disclosure, I thought I was immune to all that nauseating romantic stuff until I met this brown-eyed mamaa and she had me before I could figure out what the hell was happening. Girls who can make me laugh have a special place in my heart and laugh is all we did. I kept asking myself how a regular person can be that perfect - the embodiment of beauty with brains and I don't mean that lightly.

Yeah so anyway, we sat next to each other in class - Lord knows I didn't learn a damn thing in them classes. Mama raised no coward so I decided to do something about it. Iam a stong believer in taking things slow so the very first thing I did was start making up fake scenarios in my head. I excelled at that by the way. The next step in my master plan was bringing her sweets to class everyday. I can already feel the judgement and I'd just like to jump in and remind you that only the good Lord can judge us. 

The sweets slowly turned into walks and bike rides which unbeknownst to me would become perhaps a greater lover story than Bonnie and Clyde - only neither of us ended up dead. I still didn't think I was into any of that relationships and commitment stuff but when she looked at me, it couldn't be any clearer than I was hers and she mine. I have been on this planet for more than two decades and I've never felt anything that pure and true. 

I'd love to indulge you more but why was suspense invented if not for this really?

Till next time,

_storyteller.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Mortality Paradox

I recently came across a tweet that said the saddest part about life is: ‘all this, just to die’ and as absurdly morbid as it sounds, you can take that to the bank. Its face value is exactly that: whatever life you lead, however lavish, however desolate, the endgame is one.  It indeed is profoundly sad to think you could land the job of your dreams, scholarship of your dreams and not even wake up tomorrow. All you worked for, all you prayed and hoped for finally fulfilled and life or death I should say, excuse the pun, just takes it all away before it's even yours.  It really is truly tragic and insurmountably terrifying how cruel life can be in that regard which indeed does beg the question, all this for what? Oh how I wish I had the answer to that but I haven't got a clue and if I had a sit-down with our maker before my time, that'd be my first question.  Steve Jobs said something about living everyday like it's your last because one day you'll be right and my wor...
Read more

The Sometimes Futile Pursuit of Happiness

It is utterly impossible to disregard aforementioned title I know, and as depressing as it sounds, said pursuit sometimes proves me right plenty.  Overlooking the morbidity, I do drive a solid point or two I believe. To begin with, what really is happiness? Well, happiness is entirely case dependent, at least in my opinion. Here's what I mean, for some happiness is spouse, kids and lots of grandkids, for others happiness means something in the lines of top 30 under 30, CEO of a Fortune 500, something in those lines.  Only things that's standard is the the journey towards what happiness means to you. Having that one girl you want who's right there but just can't get her and having that big promotion just out of reach does hurt all the same. It's like dangling a steaming tomahawk steak in the face of a  former grill chef turned vegetarian. It all begs the question what to do to be happy? Well, I suppose this question is better posed at Yoda or a magic 8 ball.  Everyth...
Read more

Home time

It's close of business again, well, a little past close of business and I'm on my way home. Fresh out of a 12-hour shift, I can't decide if I'll eat first when I get home or just collapse into slumber right at the door. In the matatu, I could swear everyone is deliberating the very same decision Iam. Soft music plays on classic FM as if trying to remedy our tired bodies and mind. Just about everyone is on their phones. If I listen intently enough, I can almost hear the pitter patter of their thumbs going at it with the keyboard. In essence, everyone is in their own little world, only brought back to this realm by the conductor demanding his due. He passes around a tiny piece of paper with his mpesa number on it and we, who are cashless, calmly wait for our turn. After confirming the mpesa receiver's name, everyone runs back to their screens but not without throwing a pitiful glance at the long, long chain of cars also called Thika road. Iam not a mind reader but I ...
Read more