Wacha kuenda na ball yangu!

Mornings are sooo beautiful.Aren't they? Aren't they? Say yes and I'll stop asking. Aren't they?...Thankyou!
I think mornings represent fresh beginnings, a new start, a different light, an alternate angle to look at things from. I think even God loves mornings.I know this because He tells the sun to show up in the morning and warm our hearts and bodies.Imagine a morning with a moon and stars.Not too energizing right? I think even birds love the morning.They sing in the morning! Mornings.

I am a morning person. My bestfriend Kevin knows. The girls from Mongolia know him as Tef.Those girls I mentioned in Tef and Jeff .Kev knows, not because we share a bed (tabia mbaya Mama Jeff) but because I always black out in the middle of our phone chats in the evenings.Not that he is boring.Ehem! Then I wake up the next day and find a fussy text from him.I've never told him that I like it when he fusses.It's ooh-so-cute!And I don't plan to tell him either. He never calls to wake me up when I blackout though.Such a gentleman.Or is he??

Evenings are for dusting off the baggage of the day that has been.They are not times to have energy bursting out of your system.They are not times to come jumping on mummy and tagging on her clothes.Mum is tired in the evening Jeff. Suffice it to say,evenings are not for sending people on treasure hunts for lost keys. You can read more of those adventures in Now we're friends, now we're not. Evenings are for cuddling-like Jeff and I did yesterday as he told me how his day was.Even though it was just for 30seconds.That boy has too much energy!One moment we're having mum and son bonding time on the couch, the next, he's standing infront of the TV screen singing 'maswkembe maskwembe'. Evenings are for having dinner at my own pace,lying on the couch while watching the news then eventually blacking out. Evenings are for sleep walking to your bed after the mosquitoes refuse to leave you in peace.That's what evenings are for.

So today morning, that little guy who's always oozing energy sat at the dining table having his breakfast.He was also watching me packing my lunch into my bag. (Who said men can't multitask?) "Mum!Wacha kubeba ball yangu!" I'm commanded."Ball gani?" I hit back quite startled. I haven't an inkling of what he's talking about.I actually check the contents of my bag.Surely I'd notice if I had put a ball in my bag.
He starts charging towards me,"Toa ball yangu wewe.Wacha kuenda na ball yangu!"
I start laughing as I dismiss it as mindless banter.Or maybe the milk has gotten to his head.What is all this talk about footballs in the morning?
"Me sina ball yoyote kwa bag yangu Jeff!" I say as I watch him.He is definitely not in the mood for folk and dance.
Honestly good people,why would I want to carry a football in my handbag, let alone to work?
I'ts not sports day!It's not fun day.I'm not planning to sneak out at lunch time to work out abit.I'm not planning to engage out clients in abit of the sport I deem overrated.But Jeff is convinced otherwise.
My nanny intervenes.(What would I do without this lady!) "Jeff  ball yako iko pare," she points underneath the kitchen cabinet. It's the same nanny of kurara's kukura's and kuagaria's (Tef and Jeff ). He runs happily and gets it.
I begin to wonder whether my son is okay.Why did he think I'd taken his ball?Maybe it's because he saw me pick my lunch tin from that very cabinet where his ball had been.But that makes no sense at all.Maybe men just can't multitask at all.Or better yet, maybe he was still sleepy and isn't a morning person.Who knows!