Darlings,
Today I met
myself, or at least how I had thought I’d turn out a few years after high
school. Who I wanted to be, who I wanted to look like, my idol.
Just from
dropping a few pairs of shoes from my business at one of my friend’s choice
meet place actually. My friend Eric, was with one of his best friends, sad that
I cannot remember his first Name though. His friend Mr. Money Bags is a wealthy
Married man and the many times I have heard Eric talk about him, it has always
been about him and his tens of girls, out drinking and well, the inevitable…nights
of crazy sex.
So, I waited
in the car for them to come over and pick from the bunch I had brought and I
stood and hugged my teddy Eric, then said hi to his friend. Moments later, I noticed
a girl walk straight into the car where they had emerged…I ignored as I did not
know whom that was. Soon we were engaged in business talk and five pairs were
getting sold. Then, the guy called out to her asking her to come see the shoes.
Oh lawd!! In this mud and cold and not too flashy hood which I had been
assigned a driver to take me, stood a girl in six inch heels. A Light skin,
fake lashed beautiful girl with a kilo of makeup and fake nails in hot pants
and leggings walked slowly towards the car just in case her heels got stuck in
the mud…
She jumped
straight to the driver’s seat and said a casual hello. Whenever I come across a
Barbie, I get a bit fearful for the fear of intimidation, the fear of disappearing
in the shadows. But that never happens, weirdly enough because I come out with
a very strong personality. Here I was, in my near thick geek Guess Marciano
glasses, a hoodie, jeans and some oxfords. The complete opposite of who I thought
I would ever be. I thought I would always be the Barbie, minus the married man of
course.
Soon after
we left, she joined the car I was in and the driver was instructed to drop her
home first as it was closer. We left. My God! Did we drive! Honestly, I expected
her to live in some suburb or posh leafy hood. How wrong I was. When we finally
stopped, she alight and couldn’t even brace herself to say a goodbye. From the
car, all eyes were on her; the skimpy dressing, the heels and the makeup. Poor
girl, if she only knew how better and simpler the world was when you did right.
I tapped the driver from the back and asked him where we were, he literally
burst into laughter as he too had no clue. There were like a million people
around. Swarms and swarms of people.
I looked
back at my life as we drove away from the hood and thanked God for making me
who I am. My whole 5’6 tech geek in non-fitting jeans, hoodies and glasses. At
least I wasn’t working my ass off to please someone else’s husband and/or Dad.
I do not judge but I am grown enough to know right from wrong. My heart goes
out to all girls who are still growing up either younger or older than me, the
temptations we have to face when we come face to face with tough and tricky
situations and the consequences we have to pay for wrong actions.
Basically, kids;
choose your idols wisely.
Blessings
and Love,
Nyandia, Miss KeMU 2011 and Miss
Congeniality Kenya 2012.
J J J
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