And I’d wonder, “Why was I even scared of the move?” Because in the end, it turned out just fine. I still got some chances to see her but everything felt awkward, and eventually, the crush faded. I couldn’t imagine what life would be like in her absence.Įventually we did move. I had this crush I liked so much, and moving would mean we would be separated. My prayers were among those that find God having a sunset bask na Jonah ndio amepewa shift. The only change I think I’d ever welcome gladly is Kenyan voters choosing not to elect thieves. Well, maybe not because of the washrooms. When we were making that move, I was secretly praying it doesn’t happen. And I did it until they got the hang of it. So, I’d just be quiet and then the sound of the water cistern would finally announce my resurgence. Unlike the previous house, that house was so expansive, you wouldn’t be heard unless you were talented in shouting – something I certainly wasn’t. One of my elder siblings, facing the experience of being searched for while in the washroom would simply shout and inform whoever is looking for them that they’re unavailable. What’s the relevance of toilets in a story speaking about change? This morning I recalled this one time we were moving to a large house. And one of my other dreaded experiences is when I disappear in the comfort of the loo and someone starts looking for me. That I have those fears doesn’t mean I’m always insulated from it. But is that so? So, you probably get me for not wanting my whereabouts to be known. So, it shouldn’t be something to feel ashamed of, right? Especially when in the presence of other women. I mean, nature decided to ‘punish’ the human female every so often for not being pregnant and that is not on her. Well, menstruation should be a normal thing that no one should feel shy about. On the Streets of the internet, I’ve seen womenfolk complain about how pads are packaged in ‘noisy’ papers and when they go to a washroom to change their pads, everyone knows they are. You can trust me to take a detour if I was headed for the washroom then I meet my crush(es) around the door to the ‘geography’. I mean, excretion and egestion are normal processes that every living organism in Kingdom Animalia has to experience, right? Yeah, but that has done little, if anything to change that learnt shame that came from God-Knows-Where. I hate it when people know I am going to or coming from the toilet.
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