The first time!

I visited Meru over a month ago and I was greatly impressed by the City Council toilets in Meru Town (Meru Council toilets I guess). Three things :

One:They have liquid hand-wash.Thick and fresh hand-wash.No River Road productions..original hand-wash.No water added to it.Hand-wash like the one on your sinks in your beautiful homes.Then you come to Nairobi public toilets?Soggy bar soap.And your face cringes in disgustYa'll should get rid of that stuff seriously.In my opinion, soap should either be solid, liquid or powder.There's no soggy category.We'd rather have no soap than soggy soap!Better yet we'd rather have liquid hand-wash!Yo!Guy in charge of Nairobi public toilets.Do something!
Two:Those loos are super clean.Best believe you don't have to roll up your pants.There's no hop skip and jump in those Meru Toilets. Nairobi..roll sleeves,roll trousers,clutch your handbag lest it drops on the flooded floors and stand in the queue.Traffic lights should be put up in there then if this is the life we are going to live.You inhale the stench and wish you had a mobile toilet in your handbag.
Three:They charge 5 Kenyan Shillings.Yes one two three four five.I can even count to five in writing without getting tired.
I'm moving to Meru!


Next month,on the 24th of September the young male version of me...take two..Next month, on the 24th of September, my son turns three.
Three years.I feel so ancient with my 24 years on this earth.Over the weekend I kept remembering my journey through my pregnancy.
How I learnt that  the seed planted in me would metamorphosize into a human being.Hehehe...stop cringing!Yes that's what happens when you have unprotected intercourse.You get pregnant!
I remember thinking to myself..ooh this is the end of me.We live in a society where getting preggo out of wedlock is frowned upon.You are looked at like you have no morals.Well morals or none..the seed had been planted!What next?
We had to find a way to tell our parents:the father of my child and I.It was an uphill task It was finally done and we were surprised by their reactions.On my part I was not banished from home,I was not flogged,I was not tied with ropes against a tree.Nothing.My mother came into the acceptance of my situation and we chose to move on from there.
I enjoyed my pregnancy..after the first three months!The first three consisted of serious nausea and I couldn't stomach anything that did not have chilli.I couldn't stand milk either.At one point I vomited at the thought of the father of my child.I was seated alone and I thought of him and I just vomited.Pregnancy knows no kindness.How do you just vomit because of thinking about someone?I have never figured out what that was about.There's a preggo myth that if you're carrying a boy you tend to not want your baby daddy's storos.You get  irritated even when he coughs,but if it's a girl you want him around you all the time.That may have been the case.I will ask my son when he grows up.Yes when he comes to me asking what intercourse and pregnancy is,I will divert that vibe and turn it on him.Ask him why I vomited when I was three months pregnant with him.Well played ey?Moving on.
The next six months were characterized by cravings for french fries,water melons and oranges.I could eat those for breakfast lunch and dinner.
The most ironical thing however was that I lost weight tremendously during and the pregnancy.I promise you I went from chubby to skinny.I'd meet my friends and I'd be eyed suspiciously."Apana siwaachi," become a common phrase coming from me to them.To reassure them that I was still going to be around.They were not losing a friend anytime soon.
Then the six months were done and came the bundle of joy.I will not go into the gruesome stories of child birth beause I already did in this post Kuzaa ni kazi.Go and be grued there if you please.
I had a crazily supportive support system if I may put it like that.My mother,mother in law,brothers,brother in law,dad in law and of course father to my child.All of them made the first few months after delivery bearable,liveable.They made sure I put my weight back on(okay not all of it).I had exams two weeks after delivery.So I'd go sit for them with my swollen double D's (at the time) and run back home after the papers to surpress the milk.It's kinda akin to the relief you feel once you seat on the toilet seat after being pressed for so long and unleash the dragons.Whatever that means.Then came the mastitis.Whoa!Every breast feeding mum knows the horror of getting an infection on already swollen boobies.And I had to keep sitting for my exams with one D bigger than the other.let's call it capital D and small d.Okay fine I've stopped with the descriptions.We ended session after this exams and we broke for four months of long holiday.Ample time to take care of the new born.
And this new born is a big boy now.Almost wearing his first school uniform.He is funny and fun to be around even in his young age.I cannot wait to sing him happy birthday next month.I cannot wait to see what kind of a man he will bud into.His first grades in school,first injury after serious play with his friends,first time he rides a bike on his own,first milk tooth down.I cannot wait to see him bring me his first girlfriend,see him go through his first heartbreak,first time he discovers his talents and passions.See his first wife (Hehe first and only wife) and the first time I get to be called grandma through him.
May God grant me good health,strength and life as I wait for these firsts!