Falling in Love
Don't ask me why I chose this topic but for some reason, I feel this should come out in the limelight. I loved the first time I ever fell in love. Its a feeling no one ever wants to forget. You will always feel like you have reached a planet of your own. The feeling of continued joy and wanting to see each other all the time and if you would open up their body and just stay withing them so that you can walk with them, eat with them sleep with them and that your eyes will never fall away from seeing this person that you love so dearly.
Then comes a time when you make calls to each other spending about three thousand shillings per month on this one person. Oh.. this is on the low side. Let's calculate the amount spent per day. You buy 250/- worth airtime and before you say nice things to each other, the card is kaputs. Then you order for another. Assuming this is the end of the month when your pockets are full you even now order for 1000/- airtime. If you happen to be born from the coast like me and realise that you have a gift for speech, you realise that in "very few words" the4 1,000/- airtime is all gone.
Then you decide you will register with Safaricom and get the post paid tarrif. When the bills come at the end of the month.... overwhelming. Being the native Kenyan that you are, you lenga the card and infact, look for super glue stick in on ur wall for remembrance then dash to river road and buy another line for 29/-. Quiet cheap. Then you either persue same love bird or you go for a fresh one. You begin the same process again.
Meanwhile, your parents are so concious about how many times you call and get called. The shopkeeper is hoping that you still maintain them as your suppliers for airtime.. kumbe you discovered that this wont take you so far.
You start ignoring calls, hoping none of them are those friends who send you "please call me's"... praying so hard you dont fall in love again so your pockets all run dry.. aki nime tired kuandika hii posgt hata
Then comes a time when you make calls to each other spending about three thousand shillings per month on this one person. Oh.. this is on the low side. Let's calculate the amount spent per day. You buy 250/- worth airtime and before you say nice things to each other, the card is kaputs. Then you order for another. Assuming this is the end of the month when your pockets are full you even now order for 1000/- airtime. If you happen to be born from the coast like me and realise that you have a gift for speech, you realise that in "very few words" the4 1,000/- airtime is all gone.
Then you decide you will register with Safaricom and get the post paid tarrif. When the bills come at the end of the month.... overwhelming. Being the native Kenyan that you are, you lenga the card and infact, look for super glue stick in on ur wall for remembrance then dash to river road and buy another line for 29/-. Quiet cheap. Then you either persue same love bird or you go for a fresh one. You begin the same process again.
Meanwhile, your parents are so concious about how many times you call and get called. The shopkeeper is hoping that you still maintain them as your suppliers for airtime.. kumbe you discovered that this wont take you so far.
You start ignoring calls, hoping none of them are those friends who send you "please call me's"... praying so hard you dont fall in love again so your pockets all run dry.. aki nime tired kuandika hii posgt hata
posted by prettytan at 12:50 AM
3 Comments:
Hmmm looks like u really thought about this. Its feels and reads so real.
Maybe we should keep the shopkeepers and Safcom more in business.
Hmmm looks like u really thought about this. Its feels and reads so real.
Maybe we should keep the shopkeepers and Safcom more in business.
cmon blueswift, if it were your business I mos def wouldnt mind, but someone elses business.. ah ah. I know it wont go circular. Kama ni wewe najua kuna vile. But thanks form giving me that smile i needed today.
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