I did not know that in country where 4 million people are facing starvation, one Kevin Mboya had almost 7 million Kenyans invested in his love life. Who knew that Kenyans were such hopeless romantics.
He could have talked to me and I would have told him something I learnt very young, that when you plan on surprising a love interest, it’s you who ends up getting a surprise, a rather rude surprise. I will not go into the gory details of my own experience with this but I know a woman who went to surprise her South A freak an boyfriend and found him in bed with a voluptuous South A freak an belle. The type who inspired that song, brown skin-both the reggae one and the neo soul one.
We have all been simps and simpettes at one point in our lives before character development reminds us that life is not a romcom.
I was wondering if there were no flowers in Kwale, how fresh were the flowers after journeying from the capital city? I’m a flower girl, my office and house is full of flowers so getting flowers doesn’t do much for me. I have flowers in every room I occupy. However I once dated a cynic who thought it stupid to walk around with flowers like a love sick puppy but he would buy me flowers and carry them around to me whenever I was mad at him. Being a typical meru with a temper the flowers always ended up binned. I don’t take bribes.
That said, I wish Kevin Mboya all the best, all is fair in love and war. Sometimes it’s you doing the disappointing and sometimes it’s you getting disappointed. What can you say? You will get over it. When you get to be my age, you will look back and wonder what the hullabaloo was all about.
I envy people who take relationships seriously. I do. I can’t seem to take anything vaguely romantic, seriously anymore. The fickle nature of humans starting with myself won’t allow me to take anything seriously. I’m always waiting for the other shoe to drop. I’m too jaded for all that jazz. I’m not putting anyone on pedestal for them to have them reward me with untoward disappointment. I hate disappointments. That is why I eat at same restaurants because I don’t want to risk trying out one I don’t know and getting disappointed.
Kevin Mboya has a long way to go. The author of masculinity Mondays should adopt him and teach him how to be cruel to women. How to hate and disdain women. How to see women as his servants. The opposite of love isn’t hate, it’s indifference. With age you become in different. You don’t care one way or the other but sometimes you envy people who still hold the opposite sex in high regard. They are just a necessary evil. If you hate someone they still have power over you. You know that you have hit the wall when you can’t be bothered one way or another. But it’s a process. Trust the process.
Along with 7 million Kenyans who are heavily invested in Mr. Mboyas love life, I wish him God speed. One day, he will laugh about how he had millions of Kenyans on the edge of their seats as he like a Samurai went after the woman he loved. The beauty of youth. I remember when I could get cured of illnesses by a visit from a man I was besotted with. Now I can barely feel a damn thing. I am in different. I don’t love. I don’t hate. I’m just indifferent.