Mlipuko wa Emotions

Remember when you were a kid and your family moved, and how you always wanted someone to blame for all the big changes. That’s the feeling you get and exactly what I felt on that cold Monday morning. “Always believe in Monday like you believe in Sunday” that’s what her voice said warm and husky like dark melted chocolate fudge caramel… or something. The atmosphere is suddenly arctic, I don’t remember it raining in the night, talk about Monday blues. It was just a coincidence that I remembered that very conversation after we had ended things close to three months ago. Yeah, it was a lost course and I knew it with bittersweet regret, something that I wouldn’t have thought about a year ago.

Such is life, I can feel the changes. So she lost one of her closest friends, my mind is suddenly paralyzed with apprehension, and life becomes so real. I just hope that he, God can keep an eye on her and pick up the pieces of her heart. Life though is about harebrained schemes that don’t go as planned. It’s sometimes like a cloud with irritation which is such a cryptic statement.

I had to go though, I had to reassemble my thoughts and I had to get away from the whole scenario, soon, real soon. Silent treatment, when you are not sure of whether to make that call. A quiet man is a thinking man, a quiet woman is a mad woman they said. I just thought that it would probably be a noble gesture to make that call and console a long lost friend. There was a slight battle of the alter egos but the one who decided that we should actually make that call won the day. So I did and that was last month and I wished I had just gotten that text for closure. On to the next, they say and that’s wassup! But humility should be your pride, at least that is one thing I have learnt from twenty something years of living on this vain filled world. Time heals almost everything, give it time.