a letter to my kenyan love

It has been four months now
and I am missing you like crazy.
It is against common sense to
tell the world about you at such
a time when we cannot be
together anymore, but I just have to. But first, I apologize
for I know this Facebook note is
against the grain as far as my
love for you goes, but I can’ t help it. I have to tell the world. My love, I still remember my last
date with you, at Kosewe. And
in all honesty, I think that is
where our next date will be.
Even though there was some
beef between us at the time, I still enjoyed the moment I had
with you. You refused to speak
to me, but I still sorted you out,
as usual. Better still, by the end
of my date with you, there was
no more beef but you were still there in plenty. What would I do
without you my love? You were never my childhood
friend, that much I know. I
preferred other things to you
and even though I saw you
several times a week, I never
took interest in what you had to offer. But sometime in high
school, I developed some genuine
liking for you, and even though
this comes as a shock to my
friends, we still met thrice every
week of high school. Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, I can
never forget the moments my
love. I stared at you when
people prayed and when they
sat down in the dining hall, that
was when we had our few moments to make time stand
still! I love you for that! Who had
ever thought of me being in
high school and still having
several short minutes with you
each week! And then my liking for you increased to levels of
love. I have never faltered ever
since. Well, I’ ll be really honest. I am sorry. I cheated on you with
others once in a while, but you
did not care. You still gave me
the same treatment as usual.
That is why I love you so much,
and that is why I miss you so much. Dear, these four months
have been so hard for me. Living
without you has been almost
impossible and I have cheated on
you ever since. I had to my love.
You are so far away. What is a boy to do? I can’ t remember when and where we met, all I know is that
I have had you ever since. Many
people know of our relationship,
but none of them know that it
is so deep. Not even you. You
have never been fair to me, my love. You always fed me though
and you kept me satisfied, even
though you have never told me
that you love me back, I still
love you. I am a lucky boy, because of
you! You get along with most of
my boys and although my lady
friends do not like you as much,
I do not really care. Actually, my
lady friends make you feel better than my boys and I
would rather you spend time
with them. Remember that day
when your being on the floor at
the wrong time made my
parents mad at me? I apologize for them literally taking a broom
and sweeping you out of the
house. Even though, in all
correctness, I was stupid to let
you lie on the floor, after you
kept me satisfied during lunch. I do not apologize for them doing
that. Just that you were at the
wrong place at the wrong time. My love, once in a while you
come to me when you are hot,
and that is when I like you best.
When you are hot there is this
softness that you have. But
when you are cold, you have this hard and rough outer
covering that irritates me, and
so that is why I avoid you at
such times. I am sorry about
sounding racist but when I see
you trying to be brown, I frown. I like you white. Do not change
yourself. Do not get mixed up
with others who are of a
different taste and texture.
Speaking of which, just be
careful of your friends. But wait, how many people my
age have loves that their
friends and families get along
with? Not many. And that is
where you beat them all. My
love, even though I am afraid of carrying you on my back, I wish
I could. Even though I cannot
have you touch my clothes, I still
like you. I cannot be seen with
you most of the time, for
obvious reasons. You are not the most beautiful of things
that was created. You do smell
good when you are hot, but not
that good to carry you. But my love, why are you so
ethno-centric? You told me you
hate Luhyas, because one of
them squeezed you too tight
once. I am sorry my love. I
cannot do anything about that Luhya squeezing you. They
always will. It is sad my love,
that you do not like them, but
they love you to death.
Especially at death! But I sure
treated you right my love, didn’ t I? I gave you my focus and attention and at times, I
even spent some money on you.
I am missing you my love. I love
ugali!