.....and the worst is that the beautiful lady I was eyeing then was seated just on the next bench!!!

share yours. Next, Was meeting somebody one day for lunch and wanted to be at my best.Actually he had just landed in the country on transit. So I wore this beautiful flowered white silky dress and felt like I was on top of the world. BUT! I made the biggest mistake. @Ladies, I wore white inside. meaning that everything was transparent. You don't wear white inside when you have white outside. It never crossed my mind till a workmate alerted me,at 9 am! and that was after nimetembeeeeeeeeea ofisini everybody saw me!! Well what to do? I thought of making a pant out of a black nylon paper bag I had carried samosa in and wearing it on top of my white one, but the smell of samosa!! I had the nylon paper bag and masking tape on my desk designing a black nylon pantie at 9 am! Thought about colouring the white pant with marker pen but I knew that would need 3 pens-. Gosh where was paint? Nowhere to be found. I couldn't focus, as there was no way I could stand up from my sit and walk!!! Depression started kicking in. Finally,I threw all care out of the window and did what I had to do.-go jungle.phew. Thought I had a solution. Then time to go meet the person came and tadaaa!! that boring time of the month came the moment it clocked 1 pm.I felt like a forgotten Babylonian being punished by the Almighty. Ok I don't want to elaborate more cz I got very stressed. As if that was not enough,on my way to meeting the person,there were very strong winds which blew my dress up to the waist.Guess where! at the airport arrivals!! where the animal carvings are. I don't know nilikosea Mungu wapi that day. nite all Kumbe it was you, that day. I wondered how you were showing your strongholds but now I understand.

In my mid-teens, on a visit to the village, my aunt was very happy to house me for the night. She went out of her way to 'steal' me from my grandma... the young man in a big school. I was supposed to go and motivate her kids to work hard. I don't know if if was the nice village atmosphere or the numerous mugs of fermented porridge I pertook, but I slept fo fo fo. Lo and behold, in the morning I had wet the bed! Now, how does a warrior, whom was meant to be a role model wake up and tell his admirers that he's wet the bed. I acted normal... Sikusema ngo', even made the bed with the wet sheets and all. Wacha tu...

Not forgetting that choices have consequences.

One morning after leaving a weekday early morning service, I went to my car in the church compound. Just as I was gearing to leave, a young man who had been sitting behind me in the same service approached my car and beckoned me to open my window. Having been a victim of carjacking a few weeks before, I was very wary of any stranger signalling me while in my car. I quickly concluded that the guy was either a car-jacker or a begger. I quickly sped off and got to the office. Ole wangu. When I got to the office, my workmate asked me what was wrong with my trouser. When I checked I found the flimsy trouser had a foot-long tear at the back! Kumbe that was what the church guy was trying to tell me! And I had been like that during the whole service, standing, sitting, kneeling.....! Anyways...I tied my sweater round my waist and went back home to change!