Indispensable impeccable invaluable jewel, you are babe! Can’t believe I have you around me for life. Babe, every day is a celebration day for me, for you have imbued my life with happiness, value, completeness, fun and security. You are my perfect company. In a few lines, babe, I celebrate you.
Every day, I celebrate you in our humble abode, but today with my household I want to make it public, how much you mean to me. This is a great day, honorary and special. Before it was a normal day in the calendar but meeting you made this day stand out.
A day like this, same month last year, was when you attracted me to you babe. Everything gave me no reason why I should not go with you. Your beauty, your sheen, your feel, your scent, your posture, your composure, just your general outlook, completely swallowed me into you. My first gaze at you, I didn’t know that, that would be the start of our great friendship honey. And indeed you have been. I feel, it took my enemies by surprise otherwise they would have done anything in their power to prevent us from meeting. It’s something worth someone investment of jealousy.
That fateful day when we met, I would love to share with everyone how unexpected, the whole thing of us meeting, was. It started as boring as any day; that one had to wrestle with lectures from the rising of the sun to the setting time of it. It was on a Saturday, right babe? Yeah and being on a Saturday, for some of us it is an official permit to wake up anytime of the day. Whether the previous day you slept as early as 7pm or as late as midnight after watching a series of movies, or simply because you went out for a dunda that doesn’t count. So don’t even inquire to know what I did the previous night that orchestrated my waking up late. I woke up when the sun rays were already hot to a discomfit of anyone who would have wanted to busk. It was nearly midday.
With all the tiredness engrossed in me, I felt like going back to my mother’s womb and refuse to come out, when I remembered I had a three week laundry to do. What! That’s torture, right? We shall talk about that later. The birds that always brighten up my morning, with their mellifluous voices, were also long gone. It was I, with my bunches of dirty clothes, not forgetting a lump of utensils piled up in my sink, after a previous night jamboree with my girlfyz at my place, who walked away without caring who will do their messes. Now everything is mercilessly looking up to me to do their cleaning.
Oh no! What a bad day for me? I thought. I always glory when I’m done with the torture of cleaning, for I know that will again come back after three weeks. Don’t be surprised. Doing a thorough cleaning after three weeks has always been my best choice. It’s economical. I get tired once, I get to touch the cold water once, I get to destroy my pedicure and manicure once, my back doesn’t get to be bent often, (unless I want to grow old fast enough), I use the detergents once and economically, and most importantly, doing my laundry has helped me curtail gossip with my fellow women in the plot. Washing time is always the gossip time for any woman, especially those who have no reason to go to the salon where real gossip is; may be because they have short kinky hair like mine.
Oh yes, so that perfect day, with groaning and mutterings, I finally finished the clothes, which to speak less, filled our whole compound with various colours of course. Again trying to be the perfect daughter that my mother once tried to raise back in the village, I went over to the sink and cleared the dishes and did some various necessities there too. Babe that’s how tiresome and abhorring the day started.
All in all as we have talked and inspired me, I did complete all the duties and even went for my own ablutions which took almost an hour. An hour? Yeah. It’s Saturday.
Done with the cleaning I sat down at my veranda, which was so cool for my haunches, wondering what I would do next. Treat my palms, nails and feet which were all sow with hard work, then? Watch a movie, then? Check how many likes I got in the previous photo I posted on Facebook, then? Call my crush for an hour or so, then? I was simply planning the evening. Of course for a lady like me, you don’t expect to find her seated cradled in a corner with nothing to do.
After much arranging, disarranging, rearranging, a weird thought crossed my mind. Taking a stroll in town? It’s weird, for who does that, with piles of literature assignments still pending to be done? Anyway, we the impossible, can easily do that. Just a thought of hanging around the supermarkets, (could be talking of malls, but forgive us, that’s what we have around this place, we know ourselves) made me to jump on my feet. Quickly took the sugarless coffee I had prepared because I had even forgotten to buy sugar the previous day and as jaded as I was, couldn’t go back to the shops that were just outside the gate and get it. Anyway the tiredness had to go at the thought of strolling in town.
And that’s how I found myself, as late as 6 pm, strolling from one supermarket to another. I should have been hovering around boutiques, best lady shops, pedicure and manicure stalls etc., right? But no, I was in the supers. Apart from not wanting to look laddish, as I think being around these places make one to be so, I also wished to escape back to my abode with free commodities. Have just told you my sugar back in the house had depleted. Not getting free things because of stealing, a lady like me, doesn’t steal, free commodities, because some pot bellies would like my smile and thus end up with a trolley full of things that I didn’t work hard for. Haha, I love me. Now in the laddish places, where would I get such people from?
But it was so unfortunate, that day seemed like the hard work back at home, made my smile to wan, for no one even said a hi. I was in the final supermarket. Of course I kept it final because to me anyone doing their shopping at this place, they must be of good money. Check-check by the soldiers and I was in. I had 25/= in my pockets by the way. Nevertheless my cladding that evening, didn’t look like I had such little amounts. Plus I didn’t carry with the intention of buying anything with it, I’m a Kenyan, babe, Kenyans can’t miss coins in their pockets, with this statement to back up the art; na nikikanyaga nyanya za wenyewe…
I went over to the decor corner, where I normally take my décor materials. I’m a guru of decor, right babe? Now I don’t want to be termed as vainglorious, let me leave it at that. Plus my old man, always says; kizuri chajitembeza, kibaya chajiuza. After checking various latest flowers, ribbons and other arts, I decided to go to the deodorants corner. I was passing by, almost crossing over the other side, when something caught my attention. A wink, from a corner froze me on the spot.
Babe who does that? Your splendor rooted me to the ground. You stood right there at the corner with a certain completeness, perfection, in a certain fashion and design that I had not met before. A chill ran down my spine. You rendered me numb. You astounded me. What a perfect creation! I thought as goose bumps covered my whole body. Someone would have wondered what I was doing staring at a stationery shelf, especially when they knew that my stationery store back at my home was full, lacking nothing. But nothing but you babe, caught my gaze.
Your mellow maroon velvet outfit, with white dots bustled me to where you were. I don’t know what happened when I reached your spot, because when I came to my senses after a woman pushing her trolley around accidentally hit me, I found myself totally lost into you, filling your awesome embrace on my chest. You are tactile.
Though in imbroglio, I couldn’t part from you without a kiss on your forehead. It was love at the first sight. You took me by surprise, I didn’t know that my evening would end in such a quite amazing way. And ever since that day, you have forever been a dazzling creation in my sight. I thought that your beauty is only external, but no I was wrong, you are beautiful even at heart. You have come into my life and I can say you have been the best companion ever. An amazing friend, that forever I appreciate to walk around with, hand in hand. To confirm that truth, for the one year babe, we have stayed together so far, I don’t think if I have ever left you behind.
We have been to forums, to seminars, to concerts, to outings, to camps, to tours, with you. In you I have confined my fears, my doubts, my secrets, my joy, my love, my anxiety. I have shared with you my ambitions, my goals, my dreams, as weird as they are, as crude as they are, as encouraging as they are, and faithfully you have listened to me and reasoned with me. You know my schedules from morning to evening. You know all the places have grown attached to. You know all the people I love and cherish in my life.
My sweet diary, is it offensive or an illusion to call you my babe, my love? You are a friend, more than a friend. A trust worthy friend. The moment I saw you amidst the other dusty books and notebooks, I knew it would be so dolt of me to leave you. Your beauty, and the significance I thought you would bring to my life, was enough to make me pick you dear. Parting ways with the few thousands I had saved so I could surprise my landlord that month by paying my rent almost the first one, and not the usual last, was not a big deal. I needed no one to cajole me into taking you with me.
Sweet diary, my love and comfort, I love and cherish you. Happy birthday to you!!!
How much do you love your diary?