My Mom’s Wise Words …

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I have listened to my Mother talk and I must say I’m a bad person. She’s an angel. I’m not. I wish that, okay ... I don't wish anything. I don't want to be another her. Not really. Unfortunately, I cannot begin to say I’m bad where, but I do judge people. What else? I have no idea!!! I’d love to know.  Please tell me. I’m wondering what kind of friends I’ll make then. What is there to talk about? Nature, jobs, business, events? I think the TV and radio has covered that pretty well. I’ll try to be good now. Okay, I’ll try to be something I’m not. Who am I kidding? I’m not trying anything. Think what you will.

Now, I have realized that I go to where I’m celebrated not tolerated. This world has a lot of unspoken groups and everyone likes to come out on top. Let’s face it. Not everywhere is good. I know people paint a rosy picture of their lives (somebody taught me that) but that’s not real. Forget TV. Everything looks peachy, but it’s really not. Maybe it’s a people’s escape plan.

Why am I saying this? I have noticed that my preferred celebrities have bad lives and I’m not happy. Well, I may be the only one who’s not happy. I want you to be happy first. If you are, good for you. I also want me to be happy too, but, sometimes it looks like a mirage. I can’t blame anybody but myself. Truly, a life on TV is not everything.

Again, I have noticed that some people want me to be like them. Well, too bad. I am unique and it matters to me. When I please people, they are all over me with what they’ve got. I’m so not toeing that line. No!!!

You’ll not talk to me? You think I care? God, no!!! If I tell you who talks to me and why, you’ll be shocked. Honestly, your not talking is appreciated. Very appreciated. And seriously, it’s not you out there in some of my posts. And why are you in my posts anyway? It’s somebody close by -in this county. I’m sure I am talking Greek here. Please, don’t jump into your own conclusions. I didn’t say I won’t respond to what you say. No!!!

But know I won’t waste time with weird greetings. I’m built like that. And I’m not changing that. People around told me that I need to be saying hi. Well, I try. I really do, but (Usicatch) don’t get me wrong if I don’t. Maybe (siko hapo) I didn’t think of that at that time. Seriously, I can no longer ignore my native language anymore, but I’ll bracket it.

Don’t assume that you know my native language. You don’t. It looks obvious but it’s not. Anyway you won’t be the first to try.

Sooo, my mom. She told me of Arunga and (kushikiwa mavitu zinaitwa vifumba macho) weird stuff that people do. I don’t know how to translate that. It has happened to a neighbor of mine. It has happened to my dear brother and it has not happened to my other neighbor. There’s a neighbor of mine who almost got swept by conwomen. She’s alive and breathing and she told them she knows who they are. This story made me laugh. They didn’t con her. She’s a survivor. Very tough. I’ve yet to see such toughness.

My other neighbor was not so lucky. He was drugged in a local bar (Kamchele, I guess). He doesn’t drink.

My brother. He almost gave everything to a stranger. Thank God He didn’t. Oh! He gave me permission to say this. It's his story I had to ask. I know asking is wierd and so does my brother but when you have so many secrets, you need to be careful or nobody will trust you with sensitive info.

The other stuff is Cliché. Everyone knows.

I tell you shit happens. We can’t protect ourselves anymore. People are conniving. Tricky. Be careful. I think I’m me.

So, what was I saying?… Oh, yes, Arunga. I did judge her, but she may be under the influence of weird stuff. Strange, huh? I am learning. I don’t know everything.

But the fact that her fiancé (aliona moto) suffered is just that, a fact. She’s really in a quagmire. I fear I might be getting in one and I don’t know it. I don’t need issues and problems of that sort. God, help me. My pastor has also been shunned once by a fiancée in front of people who really mattered. I’m not alone. … Sigh … and He’s very happy right now. I pray and hope my future life will be that good.

Now, QuincyTimberlake. What a joke!!! No wonder people kept saying “Keeping up with the Timberlakes” even newscasters and editors alike. My friend would call that “a low blow”. I’ll never forget the shame I felt for speaking to her in “sheng” and in High School. "Sheng" happens to be the Kenyan Slang.I don’t speak that language very well. Well, I do speak it. Sometimes. I need to otherwise teenagers don’t get my drift. (Lazima nijitetee) Translation: I must justify myself. By the way, her English is impeccable. She’s really good. I don’t know her whereabouts currently.

Anyway, back to me.

I don’t want to be known by anybody but it seems like I can’t shake people off. I do like people, don’t get me wrong. But I hate being famous. Let those who can be famous, be famous. I don’t know how to do it. Some of my friends can do it real well. I can’t. I wish I could. I like to remain underground. That way, you can do anything and people won’t care. I feel sad that’s my reason.

Anyway, too bad I’m not God. I don’t want to be. I know innocent people will really suffer when I don’t want that. And I can’t play God. Not now, not ever!!! I’m good being me.

I know about talking about people. I’ve seen it on social walls. I’ll try to talk about events next time. This is creepy!!!It’s like being a guy when I’m not.

When life gives you lemonade, make lemons and life will be like what? … That’s a quote from Hailey’s dad in Modern Family. Honestly, I think He’s acting as a stupid guy. But He’s a great person. I like Hailey but I think she’s totally stupid. Catch me dead calling my son, Dunfy or Dylan. (What is the correct spelling for Dunfy? "fy" or "ph?") I love the sister. She’s a genius.

Wow!!! My posts are long. I’m surprised. I’m done typing.

In Other News: Jackson Biko, I love your posts. Well, most of them. Frankly, I’m yet to find a page that awesome. Well, maybe Oyunga’s. By the way. Where did He go?