Memoirs

Miriam Makeba  is on my play list. Surprise song! combined with the rain- this song sends me places. Think playgrounds and grass thatched houses. Lantern lit dinners and BBC News  at 6p.m. Listening to guys talking through their 'noses' ;). I was 14 years of age. Living with my Grand Parents. The Best Couple ever. The closest i ever came to living with Mummy, Daddy and Joy. Yes, there was Joy-in abundance. At 14, I was exploring and learning and exploring and messing up. Had my first crush- yeah, had a huge crush on the neighbor's kid who seemed to be a ladies' man at my school. My crush all went and died the day he showed up at my school someday and everyone was around him. Well, I know it was a single sex school but everyone was so around him. Suffice to say, my crush died that day- before I had had an opportunity to be exploited... :D But, his Dad was a great guy. Had all these books in his study room.. The first time my Grandpa sent me to drop off  Nelson Mandela

Thursday is here... Last day of my work week!! Yay!! and some more Yay Came to work this morning with a smile on my face- not just a smile but I was laughing.. like something was really tickling me non-stop. Must have been a sight now that am hungry and I think about it. I looked up the word ticklish and found a new meaning of it that i didnt know before... tick·lish :  ˈtik(ə)liSH/ (adjective.) (of a situation or problem) difficult to deal with; requiring careful handling. "her skill in evading ticklish questions" synonyms: difficult, problematic, tricky, touchy, delicate, sensitive, tender, awkward, prickly, thorny, tough;  Whereas i thought last evening's escapades were still running uninhibited in my small mind, i learnt that ticklish could also mean that up there. And now that I think about it, last night was ticklish.. From the bed posts kicking my toes.. as in toes on both legs...  While picking out my clothes for today, i stepped on the wrong end of a heeled shoe.

As a girl, I believe its my naturally given right to throw a coupla tantrums here and there. I've heard it told that I could throw one every half a minute and the world would still go round. Yeah, I know, its some sort of time wastage throwing tantrums when the world aint gonna stop to watch and react. Oh, all the same, I have chosen today to be the day I throw my tantrum for this month. (see? I've toned them down to one a month! Progress). (I see myself sitting on the bathroom floor moving my feet and arms in opposite directions- wailing- ok not wailing but i will look like this- i guess)  I need a reason for throwing my tantrum!! Shucks! Oh yeah, So, March is here. For Christ's sake its the fourth day of March!!! THE FOURTH.. and am still making resolutions for next month (read March)!! what kind of person am I? I mean, how come calendar month end comes faster than paycheck month ends? Why can't the two be in sync? Also, this rain? I planted my Collards.. the seedling

So I woke up this morning and for the first time in ages looked at my calendar. HOMAIGOD!!! Imagine my shock when the page that stared back at me said it was March 2, 2014!!! Mehn!! thought it was a joke. Seriously, I thought either my eyes or my housemate were playing a trick. So, I checked out all my social media accounts and every page- even the newspapers said it was actually March 2, 2014! Well, I have allowed its March... My question remains though- where did January and February go? I missed out. Totally and also missed out on those two months. Now, I need to find out what happened. Who did what, with who, when and How? And I hate reading.. really do hate reading. I think that is why I missed out on the changing dates- This hatred for reading. And no, am not dyslexic. Am not, I just hate reading-period. But I have a few stories to tell. Infact, I have a story to tell. It has Jazz, Jazz and more Jazz. While i was hibernating, in came a guy. This Guy -- Michael Kitanda . He is goo