Sunday, February 27, 2011

Jesus & Judas (Go to Simba Soul)

The past week has been hellish. After George pronounced the death of our relationship I begged and begged him to forgive me and reconsider but it was soon clear his mind was made up. I even employed the diplomatic culinary persuasions of Imelda but still he would not budge. The way to this man's heart is definitely not his stomach. Contrary to what many people thought, this new chapter in our life did not mean that George was severing contact with me. Luckily for me, my ex (sounds weird to me, I think I'm still in denial like Gaddafi) has only moved across the hall into another bedroom. I feel sad but also happy that George was confident in the depth of our relationship to still count me as a friend for life if not part of the family. We've traveled a long bumpy journey together I just hope we can navigate this rough patch and emerge wiser if not patched up. Thankfully God exists because here in Nairobi we are enjoying excellent weather after the frightening rainstorms of just two weeks ago. To those of you in the northern hemisphere, let me tell you that I never knew warmer wall to wall sunshine nor powder-bluer skies. I'm looking around for a hammock; fingers crossed by the time I find one, George will agree to lie in it with me. After all what's the point of a hammock if you can't be uncomfortable in it with the person that you love?

I've coped with the breakup by working really hard on an interesting client brief which has meant paths crossing with brilliant people I previously worked with including bff Sheila. Motherhood definitely suits her, and my officially soon-to-be godson baby Matt is coming along a treat. We work till 10 pm most days, by the time I get home George is already tucked away in his room. I can tell he's waiting for me to come home because his bedroom lights only go out when I climb the last step on the stairs and open the door to what used to be our room. Thursday night I tapped on his door and whispered goodnight. Gee was quiet for like two minutes though I heard our favorite Ce'cile cd playing softly...love you when you're gone. Then he said slowly sweet dreams, honey! My heart skipped some beats to hear his sexy drawl, I think there's more than a spark there, perhaps still some smoldering embers. For now I just curl up naked in bed where George used to sleep, tossing and turning tortured that he's only sleeping next door. I cover my face with one of his t-shirts sniffing his scent and soaking away my streams of hot regret tears. With my old tattered Raymonds Polar Bear blanket from my childhood wrapped round the pillow I manage to fall asleep just before 3 am. It's not ideal and I'm beginning to notice that I'm not firing on all cylinders by mid-afternoon. If it carries on like this I'll get myself off to Dr Njenga's for a prescription to help me sleep easier. The project I'm working on has a lot riding on it leaving no room for stupid errors. I know some of you who believe in love and the fallibility of mere mortals (I'm not talking of you kasaperekarembo) continue to pray for me, so I hope it won't come to a psychiatrist's couch.

What of elephant-in-the-room, Lavish daughter of Maingi? Well, she sent me a package by G4S Courier the other day; yeah I was also surprised when it arrived given that company's recent local incompetence. Imelda signed for a set of 4 sumptuous boxer shorts in large made from 95% cotton and 5% Lycra. They are a snug, velvet glove-like fit, very much like how I remember her little manicured hands. I'm not veerry endowed in that department (I'm average, Imelda made a good guess, lol) therefore smooth little hands wrapped around my toolbox are always more than welcome but that's another story, hahaha. Also with the package was a carefully crafted personal message. L2mm dear, hope you don't mind me sharing parts of that letter, which I later shredded, with my readers. In it she surmises that I'm not really gay or even bi, she accuses me of exhibiting classic psycho sexual-predator symptoms by blowing hot and cold thereby creating dependence all for my gratification. It's not the first time I've being called that, btw. I on the other hand feel like I'm getting manipulated from different angles. Or to put it in sheng, naona kuna ujanja unago. Oddly enough I'm enjoying both the attention and deprivation equally - I can't work out what about these two very diverse creatures lights up sensual areas of my brain like fireworks.

Oh, Lavish pto'd her missive with the bombshell:I love you and I want to have your baby! It's all too much for me to handle. Tonight I'll just let my hair down, I'm heading off to The Simba Saloon with Sheila for some alcoholic beverages (dawa, anyone?) and nostalgic eighties soul music. You can find us canoodling - seated away from the crowd - in the 'Jo'burg' part of the club. I asked George if he wanted to join us he said he'll think about it but he hasn't given me a decision. We've just devoured a rather juicy water melon from the fridge together which is a good sign, I think know he'll come out too.

13 comments:

  1. Hey! I'm really sorry for you. Though I have to say you kinda brought it on yourself, at least you should have been a little tactful about it. You don't just leave the house live(I mean here telling your boyfriend you're going to see another girl, before Vals too, though that shouldn't matter much). You should've lied atleast then.

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  2. George is not serious about this break up. If he was, he wouldn't be living under your roof. As long as he is dependent on you for anything you have him tethered. Just saying....:-)

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  3. I just stumbled on this blog and its fascinating. I'm actually scrolling through past entries. I have to ask though, are you gay? I know some gay men sleep with women as part of their disguise but I had no idea gay men were actually ATTRACTED to women. If this is so why dont you just ignore the gay part and settle as a heterosexual? I'm not trying to be offensive its just that YOU KNOW that gayness is reviled and I can only imagine the shame your nuclear and extended family have suffered over this. If you have an otherwise why wouldnt you just take it?? I guess from reading your posts and I'm starting to believe that gayness (atleast yours) is a choice.

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  4. The ball is your court Tamaku ...you want George and he wants you ( why do I know? well he remains just across the hallway ). Come on man, ditch your continued communication with L2mm and show Gee you are serious and there is a chance you will not have to sleep naked by yourself wrapped up in George's garments...

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  5. Now I'm beginging to think your work is fully fictional. Break up, recovery, potential make up all seem too fast ...

    Well either way, I'm hooked!

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  6. I agree with Spinster. Right down to George not leaving the house. If it's not fiction then you're a right douchebag!

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  7. Sorry for calling you a doucebag on your own blog but I'm feeling George's pain. I still believe you're one though, my apology is for putting the insult up on your space.

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  8. I totally agree with spinster on this one...

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  9. On Lavish, I forgot to add that you should sprint for the hills anytime someone tells you they will die if they can't be with you. While that may sound flattering to the ego, it is a recipe for disaster.

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  10. Honestly, i love Lavish:)stories more:). Sorry George.

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  11. How sad. George, just move out and don't turn back. He doesn't love you. He will never be yours fully. Its a shame.

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  12. So are you and George back together or still separated?

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