I have a crush on Justice who? Not me.

Justice K is the name. It shall remain so as I have to abide by the 5th amendment rule thus;

 "thou shall not incriminate thyself!"

First time I saw him was October last year. We had a High court hearing which required a 3-judge bench. initially the matter was before a single judge. Very articulate, eloquent and reasonable Justice Musinga. Then directions were issued that the matter required a 3-judge bench. so as the law dictates, Willy Mutunga appointed Justice Ogolla and Justice K. unfortunately J. Musinga was appointed to the Court of appeal so our bench had to be reconstituted.

(Ok Enough of the legal stuff! this was not supposed to sound legal in the first place. it's just that being my profession I'm so accustomed to the lifestyle that i too no longer understand myself anymore. So please excuse my "lifestyle"!)

Fast forward March 2013. The matter did not proceed in 2012 and thank God it didn't as I may have not gotten to fall in "crush" with Justice K. I had not even noticed him the 1st time I saw him.

So this time we arrive during court proceedings and I can't help but notice the most relaxed looking judge of the three staring at me as I walk in. Boy doesn't he look cute? Half bedroom eyes, cute eyebrows a bit full cheeked with lips to die for. Neatly shaved hair, lovely facial features, clean well pressed suit, cute tie...etc etc etc. 

ok I'm lying. i cant remember the colour of the tie. I was just soooo smitten! and to that, shame on me because I lost my concentration and failed to hear a single word he uttered. I was in my fantasy world. thinking of stuff i'm too shy to share :p 

Today we had another full hearing before Justice K. Lucky me! :)) You can rest assured i was in my best suit, shoes, hairstyle, makeup, smile nini nini.. I also made it early enough to occupy the front desk. I wanted him to notice me. it's only fair that way since I too did notice him duh! lol

Our case is mentioned and Mr. Cute, Lovely Handsome Justice K addresses the court on the usual opening formalities before the hearing.

This is the point I almost shouted "who? Not me!" but thank God my lips remained sealed. I think i fainted a little. In my fantasy world maybe. I dunno how. You see  i was expecting eloquence and elegance to go hand in hand to grace all that cuteness and complete my Mr. Prince Charming. But how wrong. smdh! My handsome Justice K failed me flat. Dude had that accent from hell. every time he mentioned "Land" it sounded like "Rad", when he read directions all I heard was "direchons"and when he requested  for a later meetup with all advocates in his chambers all i heard him say was "shebas!"

to make matters worse or better for that matter, he forwarded our case to the Environment and Land Courts Division as the Commercial and Admiralty Division does not have jurisdiction over it.

What a relief!...eerm..I mean what a disappointment!

GRAMPS

26th January 2013

Dad 3 years ago today you left to be with the Lord. It was the worst blow to me. Coz in my eyes you were immortal. You were the strongest pillar I had. How could it happen? 

I wont shed a tear no more. Instead ill pray and rejoice that you are in a better place. Where there is no more pain or suffering..neither do people cry. 

I wanted to do a song..or maybe a poem. But I realized it's best I explain what is inside the best way i can, in this write up. 

I wont say it's been easy, No. It hasn't. But I have held steadfast to your teachings, to pray everyday and remain humble. This is what's keeping me going. 

Dad you were more than Gramps to me. Coz you were the father that I never had. You still are. Nothing changes. 

Continue resting in perfect peace dad. I believe I'll see you again one day..with mum n dad n all those who went before. I'm sure yours is a huge reunion in heaven. I miss y'all veeeery much. 

I love you Gramps.

                              








26th January 2013

Sunday with a difference

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 1^st born. Then there is Waatif, the 2^nd 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 14^th. Another hunk on the way. He thinks I’m his 2^nd 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)

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!

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

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!

'THE BAD DOOR'

I started a blog in 2011 then didn't blog at all? joy thats nasty! get yourself together!!
Bt it's always great to read others.kwanza lately..ive read enuff blogs! n i got a story to tell..like i got so many stories just locked up in my mind i wonder how i survive waking up everyday n doing all human basics!smh

ok..'THE BAD DOOR'..

Yesterday at 4.00pm at the office i was pressed...yeah i was so damned pressed I had to pee.so i dashed to the loo n got inside so quick that i forgot about that 'bad door' loo. yeah,thats what is written from inside, 'BAD DOOR,DO NOT CLOSE'. We have 3loos on our floor. the first 2 are ok,perfect and fit for use.then the 3rd one. its door has no handle  from inside. thats why we have the warning.

Ok i get inside, forget about the 'bad door' n go straight to bizz.as i look up i read the warning then it hits me that i just banged the 'bad door' on my way inside! or was it the wind? well, i can't remember, told u i was too pressed.nothing else was on my minde. Then  I freak out so hard i hurry dressing up so i can start unlocking the 'bad door'. im thinking maybe the door just needs a little hard pulling.

(NOTE: this is not the first time someone's getting stuck in that loo..i've been here for almost 2months n i've heard storos from other offices.in fact last week i helped out a lady who got stuck in the same loo. i laughed at her so badly.in fact i LMAFAOd if there's such a thing! i had even bragged to everyone in the office before that i can never get stuck in that loo. i just couldn't understand how, when its even written on the wall. Now karma was back.. maybe...)

i start pulling...nothing. i pull from the top..then middle..then down. still nothing. i smh (infact i'm just shaking my head literally as im writing this) then i burst into laughter..''still cant believe this is me'' i whisper to myself. then i continue pushing from the middle.nothing. i take a keen look then i realize the metalic part that usually protrudes on the side actually got in the hole on the other frame. so i cant do much. it has to be opened from outside. at least the outside has a handle.

I laugh again. then i say "aah,i'm sure someone is coming here pretty soon. no worries". so i wait..5minutes...10minutes nothing.i'm a bit worried by now but i dont want to admit it. then i start thinking about those movies..yeah,so such things can be true stories? i smh again. i rly like doing that. you must've noticed it if we've ever met.

Sigh. Then i climb up the cistern, look ourside,at least the outer door is open, just a bit though.i console myself. then i'm thinking maybe i should try climbing up then jump down to the next loo then i get out. but it's too high.i'm not a tomboy as such. n the bars are too dusty.yeah, the cleaners never climb up to wipe the bars they only clean the loos then mop the floor.quite reasonable.i wouln't do it too if i was one.

its about 25 minutes now,that means its 4.25pm nobody has even bothered to get pressed! i start getting panic attackes bt i lie to myself again. im even a bit sweaty n realize i'm shaking.finally i say that 1 million dollar prayer,
'Lord plz send someone here''. nobody came.

it's now 33 minutes or so. not that i have a watch but i can estimate. yeah i'm usually good at estimating. i've waited enough for lots of things since i was young.from friends...to fam...u know those who keep u waiting in front of 20th Century for months? yeah. (nods)

then i hear the lady next door chatting up some guys, she's usually loud,i wonder what thrills her with all those boring court clerks in her office. Suddenly i get that light bulb on my head! since i can hear her from the loos, it means she can hear me if i call her. luckily, i know her name. ''Suzan!" nothing. "Suzaan!!" "Suzaaaaaaaaan!!!!!!" nkt! so she cant hear ama she's just ignoring?  "Suzaaaaaaaaaan!!!!" "Suz..!!! then the outside door opens!

pheuuuuxx! she heard,she came n opened!!

Luckily our loos are usually very clean n i was just doing a pee!