Ending 2011 in Style

It’s been one hell of a year…for me at least.

I broke my own rules, and rekindled an old flame. Little did I know, it was all a sham. The brother just wanted to sit and wait…wait for me to work my ass off and just sit, watch movies all day, and eat. Did I tell you that he kept playing for me this famous dancehall song (I forget who sung it)

‘If you don’t love me now don’t love me later/When my later is much greater/Me no want no impersonator for my paper…’

You’re asking me what this brother was smoking and drinking? To be honest, I don’t know. I don’t even think it has an S.I unit.

At some point, I decided to kick out the bad garbage before I lost my sanity, self-esteem and strength. I threw the brother out…and kept walking like Johnnie Walker.

I started the year in Church. I was optimistic that a good thing was going to come out of it. Wah! I was mistaken. What we plan does not necessarily follow in succession. I had no idea that someone was out to get me…in fact, two people. One out of good will, the other out of anger. I shall live it at that. I don’t know about you guys, but I seem to think my calling is nowhere near the Church doors. If it were, then I think I’d be God’s mouthpiece for all troubled souls. My dedication in Church has brought nothing but trouble and no smiles. Don’t get it twisted. I’m not renouncing the Church or my faith…but I don’t think my answers are in Church…you may put in a prayer for me if you wish. Butif it’s too much to ask, please don’t. I don’t want to carry my burdens and yours too. Mine are heavy enough already, but thanks for the offer.

Then came a low moment in the family. No, we didn’t lose any member (thank God), but some devastating news. I shall not go into details.

At some point, I was taking care of my siblings on my single income, with NO HELP from anybody. It was tough. Much as I love them, they had to leave. I could not take the pressure. Honest to God, I so wanted to help them, but psssshhhth! Shit hit the pan and I could not do it any longer. Bitter words were uttered, but I know where the shoe pinches, so I had to release them.

And I thought I had had the worst, until I came home one Thursday evening mid November to find my house broken into and ransacked. It looks like someone was out to get me. The way the house was searched…my payslips went missing…I had only one name in mind. They probably looked for a pair of hands to do the dirty job…and scare the living daylights out of me, and they got me shook up. As if that is not enough, they took me back like 3 years. I have to replace some of the things they carried. Asking for your boss for a salary advance (which is not much),to move house after a burglary is not fun. It means, for the next so many months, you are stone cold broke. And as usual, with no one to help you, because times are hard…and besides, with a loan(s) – and thank banks for the sky high interest rates, school fees, mortgage, the parents, rent, bills, salary advance and standing orders eating up your pay, how will you pay up? I wonder how shylocks are fairing with their money-lending.

With the robbery, went my ‘little’ immaculate plans to do a number of things to improve myself before the year ended. Sigh!.

Oh! Good things have happened too. I have attended about 5 weddings, and have been a maid in one. This is a good sign right? Hey! If you have bad intentions, don’t sambaza that negative energy. It stinks.

On the side – I’m warming my dinner. I forgot to light one burner, and the gas got leaking…And I’m so sleepy too. Do I really need to stay up? I’ve been at a wedding all day and I’m beat.

Oh yeah! It’s another New Year’s Eve and yours truly is all by herself, with Keith (my beloved laptop), telly, seats and everything else…including some 5 different species of roaches, for company.

All eaten, now just writing my post, dozing (it’s just 10.15), and watching the Totally Sold Out Concert on Citizen TV. Lovely dance moves. Nice idea to have the thing in studio – with the Al Shabaab threat of retaliation. Better safe than sorry. And outside, young men are causing a rawcuss (sp) – it scares me.

Missed my trip to the candy shop. I guess it shall have to be carried forward.

Just before I pen off, I just remembered I have some debt collection to do. People can really take you round in circles when it’s time to pay up for the creativity they asked you to do for them, so they could look good in the eyes of their clients. In 2012, I swear, new terms and conditions in operation. Take it or leave it. Creativity comes at a price, just like milk and bread at the shop.

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