Last Sunday was one of those
random that you didn’t really see coming but turned out really worth it,
considering Sundays are the worst boring days of the week. it was little Rabbi’s
birthday. He was turning 10. Kid has grown so tall, handsome and wiser. Reminds
me of the days I was barely a teenager n he was barely 1. He was the cutest
thing ever. He still is.
Wait. I’ve been trying to blog but I just can’t. Ian cursed me after
reading my first blog. He said I’m a one-blog-wonder. I’ve so tried to prove
him wrong but I failed miserably :’(. So as I bow down in shame, I have to
admit, Ian knows!
Ok back to Sunday.
Rabbi is the 1st born.
Then there is Waatif, the 2nd born and only girl. She is very cute
but quite aggressive at 4 and ½. She always thinks I’m her age mate. She wants
everything I have; she even dresses like I do. Kids! Ramma is the last born. He’s
turning exactly 1 and ½ on 14th. Another hunk on the way. He thinks I’m
his 2nd mother, or a play mate? I dunno. But whenever I’m around he
stays up all day…and almost half the night! I think he has a crush on me LOL (disclaimer:
by lol I don’t mean lucifer our lord, just a laugh)
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| crush |
I know I’m completely off the
topic. Well partly coz Ian cursed me and I just can’t blog anymore and partly
coz these kids are just too amazing. You can’t get over them. They are my siblings.
So I beg your pardon! Well, if you care.
Moving on!
Moving on!
So my aunt had invited us over. I
was broke so I pledged my gift. I could only afford a handmade card that aunt V
made me after 2days begging. I think it was cute. I just dunno whether Rabbi
liked itL.
It is 12.00 midday. I make my way
to the party. Everyone is excited. 12 Kids between the ages of 3-11 are all
over eating snacks watching, drawing cjui crying and as usual, being stubborn. My aunt puts me in
charge of these kids. Plain nightmare! But it’s alright. I’m not bragging, but
naturally I’ve got that soft spot with kids. Maybe they think I should be one
of them. I’m never that serious with them. (Forever
kids :) )
But it works for me because they end up listening and behaving. Besides I’d
rather play around with them than being locked up in the kitchen. Bragging
rights, no? :p
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| kids forever :) |
Its all fun and games then I remember,
J had called me before I left for my aunt’s. Said it was one boring Sunday coz
he woke up to black out and home alone. (By
black out I mean no electricity on a wet Sunday. This is the norm most Sundays in
most households in Nairobi). Everyone else was either in church or there
must have been a mini rapture. Whatever had happened, he was home alone and
bored. So I told him my day’s plan and asked whether he’d like to join. We agreed
that I go do a ‘survey‘then let him know.
So I called him and reported the
current state of affairs. Initially my intention was to have him over so
he can help me with the stubborn little ‘guests’. But wisdom. He only showed
up at 7pm when all the kids had left.
This is actually the anticlimax
of the Sunday. My family is made up of loud mouths. Uncle G used to
be the most quiet and reserved but not anymore. He evolved with time and now he
comfortably fits in the loud mouth band wagon. Then my aunt T. she’s more like
a mum to me. Charming and bold if you know what I mean, but LOUD.
Aunt V on the other hand is going through her first trimester. She’s grown much louder and more irritable in 3 months.
She speaks more Luo than ever. Every convo she engages in ends up in Luo eish! (well I speak luo too, not just as much.)
She undid her hair 2 weeks ago but refuses to go back to the salon coz she'll throw up if she does. She’s adopting
these short shaggy locks spotted on like ¼ of Nairobi chicks today. Though hers
is not dyed, she looks to me like she either doesn’t want to comb her hair/ go
get it fixed. Every time I remind her to get it fixed she says its got to do
with her state, considering Kate Middleton (the Duchess of Cambridge) was
recently hospitalized suffering from morning sickness. Pregnancy!
Aunt B also joins. She denies
being my aunt coz she thinks it makes her look old though shes the last born So she prefers me calling
her big sis. Fine after all I’d do anything to have her as my big sis if I could.
Beb We are sisters ok? She looks great as always. Her fringe is just perfect;
you’d think Taylor Swift finally dyed her blonde fringe black :p
So much going on, dinner, drinks,
stories, nini nini, so much noise I’m almost feeling embarrassed since it’s the
first time J's visiting.
As the night rolls away I’m
partly happy how a happy family can be on a boring wet Sunday and partly embarrassed at the whole
fuss my family can be. All said and done, this was just too great a Sunday!
Couldn’t it be a Friday?
I’m boring right? Sorry, I’ll try
harder in my next blog!
