mswahilihenry: Revival and reformation of first loveWhen I triedt...

mswahilihenry: Revival and reformation of first loveWhen I triedt...: Revival and reformation of first love When I tried to reach her several times on my arrival in the city, she was offline. I got worried....

Revival and reformation of first love

When I tried to reach her several times on my arrival in the city, she was offline. I got worried. What might have happened to her? Did she change her mind on our friendship? This is the continuation of First love feelings story.

I had almost given up on Lucia. She called me one of the evenings. I was in a coffee shop. It was drizzling outside and I was enjoying a cup of hot coffee along Moi Avenue.

‘Hello’

‘Yes’

‘I’m coming to the city the day after tomorrow.’

‘Karibu sana. Kindy remind me your name.’

She laughed in a soft tone. There was a moment of silence. I apologized for having a forgetful memory. My apology was accepted because I heard this voice four years ago.

My soul revived from loneliness slumber. I saw in mind her presence though she was far. I felt I was in new planet discovered. Planet of love. Planet with paths of revival and reformation. I gave her a free dream ride, Teka to love nest world…

By the time I finished fore shadowing her visit to the city, It was around 9 O’ clock. The waitress informed it was late and they were closing.

In hurry, I switched my laptop and unplugged the phone from charging. I was packing while singing the song, Malaika.

Days changed to hours. Minutes got the command from hours. Tick, tick Lucia will arrive any minute from now. Remember today I arrived early in town than usually. Finally I received her call. Straight my legs followed my forehead upto Easy Coach bus station.

She was shining from a distance. I found myself around her shoulders. She held me tight reminding me how I’ve grown. The hug lasted for ten to those who counted though I believed it was more than that.

We went to Highlands Hotel and took lunch. She was so happy that I can’t explain her happiness here may be in the next issue!

She informed me that she had come to work. Professionally she is a teacher- Literature. I was happy for her progress. So she was waiting for her sister to come and pick her from Kencom.

This time round she promised not to be offline. During our chat, I asked her why she was silent for that long.

‘I had dreams when we met and I needed to get there so worry less.’

‘I’m here for you and also went through missing moment as you did,’ she added.

Nodding my head was my response as my career demands during the conversation. We took selfies as this technology anxieties.

She assured me that we will be meeting but during weekends. Even this weekend not all of them since she was staying with her sister. On top of that those were church days, Saturday.

At least I was sure now that this is a dream come true. No more stress of distance. No more wishful thinking. Everything was ok. Back in mind, I wanted to revive this friendly- hood to family- hood.

Her sister called and I escorted her to the bus stop. She introduced me to her sister as a longtime friend and I felt jealous because in my heart we were more than pals.

This time round, I felt my longtime friendship energy is back. That day I slept like a child in the arms of the mother.

By Nyabuto Henry

First love feelings

I hark back to how I used to go to bed late. I admired her voice via mobile phone. She was like a small goddess in me. She meant a lot in my small world. It could be better I slept hungry and talk to her. When I recall those days, I find pinching my skin and having a monologue, I was a fool.

It was during December holiday that I met her. Around evening I went to Teka to fetch water. I had already filled my container and ready to leave when my eyes paid attention to her.

‘She is beautiful, ’  I told my soul. Well molded Eve generation creature. Long natural hair. White and sharp eyes. Brown skin. Dimples visibility. She was not tall nor short in height. Her dress matched with her shape.

‘Jambo,’ I greeted her. My voice was so deep and soft when I said that.

‘Excuse me, am in hurry and I don’t have time with idle village boys.’ She responded as she took her bucket full of water.

She balanced the bucket on head and vanished through one the village paths. I felt like I was day dreaming. Since I started visiting my aunt here, I’ve never seen such beauty.

I took my container and went home. It was almost late evening. My aunt started cautioning me about the current trend of insecurity in the village.

‘Don’t stay out till late, this is not the city where you walk day and night,’ my aunt said.

When we went to sleep, I told one of my cousins about the occurrences of that day. She asked me about the details of the girl who charmed my soul for few minute; I was able to do so. She is inquisitive.  After her close examination, she managed to know the person I was referring to.

‘She is the iron girl here, no man jokes with her,’ she uttered.

I believed my cousin, she always told me whatever I want I will get there if we worked together. She reminded me always, together we stand, divided we fall. That was our slogan.

On Sundays it’s a market day in the village. People go to market in the evening. So went to market with different agenda; not buying nor selling anything but to at least see Lucia, the girl I met at Teka.

She was coming from the market. My cousin called from a distance and she obeyed her call. They were best girlfriends. I was following my cousin from a distance.

As they were chatting she introduced me to her as we were walking. She said that she had seen me in village but not aware that I’m related to her best friend.

My cousin had to hit the nail on the head that I was interested in her. She was shocked as she laughed loud. She asked her to give me time to talk.

‘Let the gent talk for himself what he needs from me.’

I introduced myself and responded that she was happy to meet me but other conversations will continue the following day. She had reached her home.

That’s the day I felt my day was sanctified. I visualized the conversions and felt happy like any other man though I had not been given details of our relationship.

That day we met with her. My cousin was not around. So I had all the time with the lady I was longing to spend time with. She was jovial throughout the communication. She was taking me around the village as she grilled me with question on city fellas’ behaviors. I proved to her my intensions and my virtue.

We walked for four hours. She sawed me some of the plant names and there functions. The village names and what it means. This includes children identities and how they inherit names. It was a day which made me see the irony of her character. I felt that holiday was short.

Every time I went to sleep, I made sure we met. The connection was strong. Her words of every moment are still fresh till now. Her laughter can’t match with any being. Her singing made me to see her talent- angelic melody.

When I left the village, I gave her my contact. She only called me after a day on my arrival. I tried to reach her through the digit she called with, she was offline.

By Nyabuto Henry

mswahilihenry: A letter to my wifeMy dearwife,I know it’slong sin...

mswahilihenry: A letter to my wifeMy dearwife,I know it’slong sin...: A letter to my wife My dear wife, I know it’s long since we communicated dear. What I did that Saturday night was not good. Making you...

Why my marriage failed

Part 3

By Henry

A letter to my wife

My dear wife,

I know it’s long since we communicated dear. What I did that Saturday night was not good. Making you look like a fool in front of my friends that night is something am regretting until now.

Uttering irresponsible words my dear was not my will. Remember our son John. For the love of son and the sake of wedding oath, I do, please forgive me.

We got married during our youthful age. That was after college, my dear. Also, we pledged to our parents that we will love each other till death separates us. We assured our church priest that my God is your God. To our best couples, we promised them that, this will be a blessed marriage forever. Our classmates back then called us doves of hope.

My dear, I recall our celebration of our firstborn, John. The villagers celebrated for 7 days. They danced to the new tune of giving them the true fruit, our son. Do you remember mama's gift to John and you? I even felt jealous of only getting advice while you two were pampered with scarfs, dressings, shoes…

My soulmate, during our honeymoon you said, “I stand by you always, no matter the circumstance.”

You kneeled down, kissed my palm, took a deep breath then I took your left hand as I repeated your words. It was that night that we held each other more than any night. Night of calmness. No word. Finally, we said the moon is our witness as we went for dinner. It was almost midnight.

Mama John, before we went out that night, we had taken our meal. We ensured our son was safe with the house girl. The boy slept while smiling as is the norm. Normally when he wakes up, he asks, wapi dad?(Where is my father?) That was my last sight with you and him.

When we arrived at the party, we were received warmly. We were given refreshments as guests arrived. Then time for giving speeches started. We were fifth on the as per the program.

Before I spoke, I give you the microphone. You said few words. The words were accompanied by your sweet smiling face and dimples which I admire most till now as I write. It was my turn to speak. Honestly, the devil is a liar as they say. I found myself saying how you charmed me. You forced me to do a wedding. You forced me to give you a son. You forced yourself to walk with me wherever I go. You made me see you as the only beautiful creature on earth. That the only well molded feminine being was you.

That was neither my intention dear nor the theme of my speech. I saw you lastly screaming as you walked out of the auditorium. I saw you cursing the day you stepped into my life… that is how you left till now.

When I came home, the gate was wide open; the lights in the house were on. The place was quiet. The main door was open too. I called you, there was no response as usual. Going to the kitchen, you were not there, bedroom, guest room… our son also nowhere. The house girl is also absent. Checking your wardrobe everything was intact. Your mobile phone was mteja, (off service).

It's ten years now since you left. I am only left with these beautiful pictures of our wedding around the wall. Before I go to sleep today on Saturday night, the same day and date you left this house, come and forgive me. Forgive me before I get the second punishment from heaven. Pass my regards to John. Tell him dad penda wewe (Your father loves you).

Your loving husband

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mswahilihenry: The importance of falling in love

mswahilihenry: The importance of falling in love: The importance of falling in love Before I got married, I used to hate house chores. After long day of work, energy for washing utensils...

The importance of falling in love

The importance of falling in love

Before I got married, I used to hate house chores. After long day of work, energy for washing utensils and cleaning the house was not there. Instead of cleaning the utensils, I opted to go a hotel. During weekend, I visited my friends. This was the only solution of saving energy for the house hold tasks. The only thing I would do if need arises, is preparing black tea and wash immediately.

For clothes, I took to the laundry or wait for cleaner for hire in the estate. At times, I would repeat wearing other clothes, trousers and braziers. At times I paid KES 500 to women who clean clothes around the estate. With polishing shoes, shoe cleaners were always around. I believed the short cuts were good and I’ll use them forever.

Things changed when I started dating Mama John. We used to meet in town. It was not daily because she was so strict. I’ve never known why she was so strict; meeting twice in a month. Other communications were done over the mobile phone and it was as night. This communication lasted for the last five years.

On our fifth year she decided to come over the weekends to do some cleaning in the house. I gave her my key spare. She Cooked. That scent of chapati ruled the house the whole weekend. Fried meat was perfectly done by her blessed hand. The house was well arranged. Also, she gave me company to church. She is the person who made me buy a bible and place it on our sitting room table. It’s there up to date.

I bought an iron machine for my clothes. She did it perfectly. I felt like a king whenever I was wore those attires. The smelling was good. The posture from a distance made my colleagues make compliments; you’re looking cool nowadays. This was directed to my ears but deep in my heart, this was Mama John praise. She made me look so.

I cannot remember the last time I went to the hotel to eat or drink since she stepped into my life. Going to job, she gives me a lunch box and a thermos during tea break. Walking up late over the weekend is history now. Weekdays am reporting to work. Weekends after church, we take our John out for children funny. This renews our bond; from single to life partner.

Doing shopping is a norm. We go together to the supermarket. We make a shopping list as we do this; including the shoe polish and match stick. Oh!

There is much respect between me and my parents. This is after I got married. The respect even increased when we gave them a grandson… To my friends nowadays am baba John.

Where I work, there was a salary benefit after my resume status changed married. Also there is that paternity leave. That’s the importance of being married. By Nyabuto Henry