Hiatus

Maya is off for a much needed month's hiatus to spend some quality time with her wonderful men.

I am looking forward to having loads of fun with them, especially with my little man! He is quite a champ and is already marking his calendar and planning what activities we should do together! I have managed to get him a piggy bank, we are going to learn how to save!! As for the big man, lots of bonding to make up for the lost time and we have some serious issues to discuss. Both my men live away from me, with my son living with my parents in a city off the Indian Ocean coast and my man across the ocean from them.

Then, I have an informal interview coming up with the partners of the law firm I talked about here, hopefully, things shall pretty soon be less hazy on the professional front.

Honest scrap

Venue: The Blogsphere
Occasion: The Honest Scrap awards
Host: The lovely Mjay

The Award was presented by Mjay and in her own words,“This award is bestowed upon a fellow blogger whose blog’s content or design is, in the giver’s opinion, brilliant.”

I am very flattered to say the least and humbly accept this award. To all my virtual friends especially you, Mjay (blows kisses), thank you for stopping by to check out my rumblings, may I continue to quench your curiosity(chuckles)! And thank you all for keeping me entertained with yours! Merci Beaucoup, Ahsanteni sana!!

So here we go with the 10 Honest things about me:

1. I can’t sing to save my life. When in church I sing with my voice so low, lest the person next to me hears the strange sounds…sometimes all am really doing is mouthing the words. I am better at doing the moves though.

2. I was once a talented child. Do talents vanish? :) Born and raised in Kenya, I attended a primary school there, which had loads of extracurricular activities. I did gymnastics and was good, I was in the school choir (yes I could sing those days), I was in the drama club and I also represented my school in speech contests which were normally held at the city hall/Nairobi primary/St. Georges school! I was quite a character actually and was one of those kids who was involved in every activity. Then my parents thought it was a grand idea to take me to boarding school in Uganda (the standard of education was better there) and all the talents vanished. Extracurricular activities were minimal; you went to school only to study and study I did!

3. Never went through the full blown effects of adolescence. I turned out to be a nerd of sorts and engrossed myself in excelling academically. I scorned all that adolescence brought with it thinking of it as destructive. On the other hand, I was every mother’s dream, a focused, hardworking and a well mannered teenager. Because of this I was one of those girls in school that were regarded as role models and of course during holidays, mothers liked to bring their daughters home to hang with me coz I wasn’t ‘spoilt’..Haha. The downside of it is that I never developed my social skills especially with the opposite sex. Because of my underdeveloped social skills especially with the opposite sex, I loathed being hit on by the boys. As a teenager, I budded beautifully and had loads of guys hitting on me so I resorted to wearing baggy clothes to hide my pointed hips and breasts thinking that would make me less attractive. All the way to University, I had no cool dress sense. Then One day I woke up and smelt the coffee!:)

4. I have two personalities. Before going to boarding school, I was that loud over the place kid. I was very popular so nobody got lost if they wanted to find my home, you just asked anyone in the estate where Maya’s home was and you easily found your way there. I never had the time for dolls and all those girly girly things, instead I played with the boys most times and destroyed things in the process of finding out what they were made of or contained. E.g. I destroyed our TV at one time trying to find out where the pictures came from. I was also one of those kids who organized the others into a dancing or singing troupe, my cousins loved me for this. I was a celebrated story teller and did very well in creating and spicing up my stories. It’s quite embarrassing meeting people from those days who ask if I am still the same and reminding me of how crazy I was. That there is the stubborn Maya! She found herself again after a brief hiatus of confusion and growing up. She still loves to laugh a lot and tell her spiced up stories (my son enjoys these the most, with him am more dramatic) and is still quite popular. She has turned out to be a big flirt and after a few sips of whiskey, she is on the loose trying out her charms on unsuspecting fellows and trying to challenge them to some of their machinations. Then there is the reserved Maya, very feminine, caring, organized and straight/focused so to speak-this side of her was tapped when she went off to boarding school and this is the side most people know. On a night out or after getting to know you better, the other side shines!!

5. I am not shy about being naked...a nudist beach is something I wouldn’t mind trying.

6. I am one of those people who get up and dance to that last soundtrack after a good movie at the cinema. I got a shocker recently when I took my son to the movies to watch Madagascar II and when the movie was over he stood up to dance to “I like to move it move it”, swinging his arms in the air and swinging his behind just like moto moto! Before long, some of the other little kids in the cinema hall were doing the same.

7. At one point in my life I dreamt of being a freedom fighter. Well, that dream faded and instead I busied myself with reading about different African freedom fighters!!

8. I like my men burly. The six-pack phenomenon doesn’t really do it for me.

9. A man can easily walk into my heart by making the best speech, making me laugh, doing something heroic or even by simply singing to me.

10. And I am verbose- look at all that scrap up there.:) Yaay!

And may I now take this opportunity to honor the following with this very award: 3TOC, Mkenya, Petesmama, Tamaku, Mwari , Kaasa, Marvin

Then the instructions for the award are:

1. You must brag about the award
2. You must include the name of the blogger who bestowed the award on you and link back to the blogger
3. You must choose a minimum of seven (7) blogs that you find brilliant in content or design.
4. Show their names and links and leave a comment informing them that they were prized with Honest Weblog.
5. List at least ten (10) honest things about yourself. Then pass it on!

Bonne Chance!!!

Remembering Pedro 1

Pedro is an old friend of mine, my second love actually.

Pedro was a pleasant young man; he was tall, a little heavy, had fine broad shoulders and walked with a slight limp. I found his slight limp and shoulders very attractive and often walked behind him so that I could relish him from the rear:)

I fell in love with Pedro when I was dating my first love who turned out to be my first husband.

I met Pedro at university. We had mutual friends and as such often hung out together.

My relationship with my then boyfriend was a distance one and being such a wuss, I spent most of my social time waiting and keeping myself for him. Sometimes I waited two months or more before I could see him even though he has just some hours by road from me! I never socialized with the boys at university unless I had a trusted escort of sorts being one of my close male friends. I usually hang out with my best friend and a few other girlfriends and enjoyed the simple pleasures of hanging out at the movies or café hoping for the nicest cakes or ice cream in town and giving ourselves monthly lunch or dinner treats at expensive restaurants in town. (I was one of those girls straight from a girls only catholic boarding school, had 6pm curfews during school holidays, read most of the books on etiquette and was in love with the idea of having a boyfriend and keeping yourself only for him until that magical day when you walked down the aisle to start your fairytale life even though you didnt approve of his moral standing...but time told a different story..haha)

Pedro was good friends with some of the girls I hang out with and he sometimes came with us. He was a teetotaler which made him even more attractive and he didn’t have a problem being the only guy hanging with the girls. We even had the same taste in music. He was everything my boyfriend wasn’t.

We both spent more years at Uni than our mutual friends because our degree courses took longer years. So it was inevitable that we ended up hanging just the two of us during that final year. I was very committed to my then boyfriend but I started getting a little too comfortable with Pedro. It was hard not to fall for Pedro. He was always at hand to help, took time to listen and even threw away his male ego just to fit into my program. He ended up being the person I would talk to whenever a fight arose between me and my boyfriend. Before long, the ‘wicked’ thoughts started crawling in and I started looking forward to the times I would spend with Pedro. I started finding him very attractive and wishing I wasn’t dating my then boyfriend. It didn’t help that during my final year, I only saw my boyfriend when I came home for holidays. It was such fertile ground for disgruntlement in the relationship. To make it worse I was getting tired of the constant calls from my then boyfriend asking me why I was hanging out and not in my room at Uni!! Pedro was a breath of fresh air and in a way my ticket to freedom. I just couldn’t help falling for him.

Time came when we completed Uni and I had to return home, not knowing we would see each other again. Saying bye was sad, exchanged our first I love yous and of course I hopelessly told him how I wished I had met him before!! I returned home and continued with my relationship. It did not get any better but like one of those things you can’t explain about a phase in your life, I cannot explain why I stayed in that relationship that continued to smother me.

I went back to the country where Pedro lived to pursue a post-grad course and before long we were hanging out together again. It was still the usual frolicking in town and discovering eateries as well as doing the movies. After a while, Pedro began making demands and asking me where he fitted in my life. He knew most of the issues in my relationship and before long he was asking me to end the relationship with my then boyfriend and take it on from there with him. That was a pressure I never appreciated.

I began seeing all the wrong colors in my relationship with my then boyfriend, tried several times to work things out, cried my eyes out for Pedro who was always there but I never got the guts to end it with my boyfriend......until I discovered that I was pregnant!

I started avoiding Pedro like a plague after that and decided to concentrate on what was at hand. Pedro had been great company and I indeed loved him but at that point, any hopes for us were shattered. Before long, I had started getting frantic phone calls from him asking what was wrong and I eventually broke the news to him that I was pregnant. It was not the best news for him but his first reaction was that he would marry me if my boyfriend didn’t own up.