One of the key roles of being a One of the key roles of being a big sister to girls (save for annoying the sh*t out of them)) is the boy talk confidante. My sisters can tell you that I take this boy talk thingy with the seriousness it deserves. Well at least for the youngest Maryanne, because my other sister Regie is not exactly an open book. She hides her boyfriends and crushes like mihadarati. I only find out about them when they become her exes
Of late I have become obsessed with making the most out of my weekend. I hate the feeling I get whenever I fail to accomplish errands that I plan to do during a weekend. Must be the adulting bug. So last Saturday, I had planned to visit my cousin Regie Opondo and drop some vases at her place. Regie if you are reading this, please forgive me, I love you. Also, you and I have the cutest foreheads in the world and a penchant for DIY projects.
Most times he would share memes, gossip his wife or tell me stories of situations where he emerged a hero. That old man loved to brag. When he died, I deleted our chats because they made cry a lot. Sometimes I wish I hadn’t done so.
Hi old man! Remember how I used to pick your phone calls saying “Hi dad?” How are you dear? Are they kind to you where you are? Do they compliment you whenever you get a new hair cut? Wait do you guys even have a barber there? Do they serve you your favorite meal of ugali and fish?