Today being sunday I went to church. The preacher today got me thinking about my past…. relationshipwise……boyfriends, friends, family, girlfriends…. and bad ones in this case.
Everyone one has been hurt by somebody at some point in their lives. What happened after you were last hurt? Did you swear never to give your heart to someone else? Did you promise never too speak to that someone again? Did you promise yourself to be very careful the next time you fell in love/made freinds? etc etc
My two peverts of uncles!
I remember when I was around 14years old…….
I hated hunging out with my girl cousins so I spent most of the time with my boy cousins and young uncles listening to music while they sipped on some illicit brew. ( this was at my nan’s during holidays) During this times, my dad’s parent’s homestead would be packed to capacity therefore cooking meant cooking for like forty people everday, not to mention the teas that were made like ten times a day! My stunt was to hang out with the boys in their ‘thingira’ (boys rooms separate from main house). All this time all the other girls my age would be slaving in the kitchen doing dinners, teas and the most dreaded mountain of dishes.
At my dad’s there were two telly’s at two different houses, after dinner we’d choose our favourite aunty’s house and catch mamboleo and news on that one channel KBC. My uncle and I chose one house while the rest headed to a different house. This uncle was drunk (remember that brew)!
We are walking side by side, kidogo kidogo I found myself pinned on the wall of my aunty’s house, I didnt have time to get shocked. I needed to get out of there fast. I slid down the wall and under his arms and ran. I know I pushed him out of my way, I was very small and the fact that he was maji helped me.
I realise that that experience contributed to the way I have treated men I have gone out with in the past.
Thank God I dont feel hurt by the all the bad experiences.