If I ever fall in love

Today I am going to tell you a random story, a story that I have never told anyone until now. Once upon a time there was this girl that I really liked, she was the ying to my yang we just fit like a ring to a ring finger. But then I was a wuss. I never really displayed my intentions I was scared.

I pretended I wanted just to be friends. That friendship, was the biggest thing that I valued in this world. Yup you guessed right. After a long period of battling with feelings for the potential future mother of my unborn children I grew a pair and asked her if she would be mine.

Well I never used those exact words I asked her if she had a boyfriend. To which she replied yes. She asked, “why?” to which I replied “nothing”. Thing is, I felt like I would be snatching away someones joy so me and my good self decided I wouldn’t, I felt like if I made a move I’d be a relationship breaker of some sorts.

We were still good friends and I repressed all these feelings until one day I decided you know what? What is the worst that could ever happen? What did I stand to lose? I told her I needed her to be my girlfriend, she told me she was still with him. But then she asked if she left him I’d love her forever? My heart was screaming yes, but my head was screaming “I’m not sure Kel, you know you have no experience in this shit whatsoever?”. So I told her I wouldn’t give promises. And she told me if she was to leave where she is, no matter how unrewarding it was there had to be some guarantees…

Just like that I lost her the second time. I don’t know if Prince Charles and Camilla can identify, can you? For about a week I was distraught, I didn’t know how to deal, cope with all this emotional ups and downs. My mom always makes fun of me during that period. Apparently she noticed and knew all that was going on haha.

Now that I am way older I usually look back and laugh. Like the alchemist told the boy, one is loved because one is loved, there is no reason needed for loving. But don’t go loving people’s spouses you will get shot my friend. Follow your heart to where it leads you.

 

When to realise that sports betting is not for you

It was a good evening when I was catching up with my boy Tony, everyone in the local was glued to the tv screens and kept on watching their phone screens. Tony tells me that everyone there had placed a bet that why they were all glued, he even tells me that he also at times places bets when he is confident about the matches that are going to take place.

I get recruited

I download the local bookmaker apps and get my first lesson on what odds are and what they mean. I place my first bet with 1000 bob 90 minutes later I have 2000 bob. How excited was I? Is this beginner’s luck or what? I am sold to this thing now. So like everyone the second time I stake more and guess what happened? Arsenal lost to Everton. I tell Kev about what happened and he tells me first rule of betting is to avoid betting with emotions, you guessed right I support Arsenal. So that got me my first loss.

Change of strategy

I decide after taking to few friends to now stop staking high amounts but put multibets. The multibets would come through at other times they would lose me money. The losses were more trust me. By the end of that month, I knew all the major leagues and teams, especially those ones that lost me money. This from someone who never used to like football was something.

Fixed matches

A long the way I came across the urban legend called fixed matches. Boy wasn’t I excited, so I find some guy who swears by his games and capitalised on my greed.

With the “sure odds” I put an even bolder stake. Since the games were late at night I go to sleep thinking how I would wake a rich man. When the alarm goes off at five the first  thing I do is check my bet slip. Lo and behold there was a red mark on my betslip. I just started laughing.

The turning point

I then realised that I had been gambling all through and not betting and that I had been blinded by the allure of quick gains. I then stopped and now when I see someone talking about betting, I want to tell them go slow, I have been there. It doesn’t matter if someone has been doing it for years, my one month experience supercedes most because it was intense. Look at it like a crash course in sports betting.

I should become a betting consultant, what do you think?

 

Kiima Kiu Hike #MtKenyaChallenge2017

The seed is planted

We were coming from the short Christmas break (do you wonder how before you go for a break, time appears to be a lot and you plan to move mountains during that period only for the reality to show you how it is never enough?). So where was I? Yes, we were coming back to the big bad city when my cousin, Cece told me of this group of people who organise regular hikes and that they had planned to climb Mt. Kenya in April. That piqued my interest and I wanted to know more about them. After two days of letting it percolate in my brain, I go to their Facebook page and there they had several preparatory hikes lined up for the #MtKenyaChallenge2017 in Easter of 2017. They however had a disclaimer this is not for first time hikers, you should have seen the sneer on my face, “my forefathers went to South Africa and back to trade and you are telling me I can’t climb a small hill? I’m going to to show you what I am made of”.

No First timers ey?

Quit playing let’s do this!

The D-day came and we had to meet at 5.30, if you got late you would be left behind I’m thinking, who are these guys, if only they knew I am an owl rather than an early bird. True to their words we were on the road and by 8 we had started our 9 hour hike. I would look at the hills we were set to conquer and think, “this will be a breeze in the pack”. The first two hours are fun and games, we are making new friends, chatting animatedly, taking selfies and all that, it is fun…

This mole hill looks easy to climb or is it?

Oh boy, what did you get yourself into?

The second part of the bike was now the real shit, doing down depressions and climbing steep slopes. A pattern starting coming out, people would talk during the descend but during the ascend, everyone was mum and everyone for themselves, probably wondering “what did you get yourself into?”. At some point during the climb I just stopped midway arms akimbo and wondered how I’m heaven I would finish the remaining 4 hours. My fellow first timers were the people I would fall back on, they had the grit, the most amazing people I got to interact with, P was on a goal to lose weight and Y had decided to stop procrastinating on her plans this year and climbing Mt Kenya was a good way to start. There were other amazing people who I also got chat with, one gent had done Mt. Kenya and Kilimanjaro and he felt that he had “over-prepared”, well let me over-prepare so that I can tell first timers that as well haha.

I got out alive!

We had been asked to carry three litres of water which I had carried two and was given o one extra litre. By midway I had finished all my allocation, thirst is real my friends in the scorching sun and you need to obey yours…

Too much heat can I swim here?

Well long story short, I finished, we all finished the hike. When I saw a cold Fanta I threw caution to the wind, I mean the calories wouldn’t cut all my gain that day would they? And I tell you as it went down my parched throat it felt like heaven, I will remember that soda that day, it quenched a thirsty man.

I didn’t die! Woohoo!

We made a resolve to start working out every week and right now we are on track. The next hike by xtrym adventures and safaris will find us prepared. Mt. Kenya; I am ready for you.

P.S. It’s my birthday today and I don’t know how I should be feeling… All gifts to my M-Pesa are welcome 😉

 

My Codeine Moment

For quite some time I have been having these crazy headaches for a while now. There are moments I would be walking and I get a feeling of sudden dizziness. I usually have to stop when that happens before I fall and the good Samaritans who might decide to loosen me up for fresh air get shocked at faded or lack of undergarments like momma always warned…

I made an appointment with the doctor and told him what was eating me up. He took blood samples against my protests, aren’t there non intrusive ways to get blood without needles, urine and so forth. He suspected it could be low blood sugar, but it seems everything was okay. He then asks me how was work and life in general; he thought I was having stress. I told him everything was okay just a bit of pressure but manageable, he then writes a two day sick off for me to rest and gave me some drugs, codeine was among them. He reminded to take care of myself as there are no spare parts.

When I get home and I begin my two day sick off. I popped the pills and I admit my headache fizzled and I would be feeling kind of like I was floating in the house. I would find my comedy collection insanely hilarious. In the middle of the night when I was asleep I started laughing out loudly! So loudly I was startled and had to sit up for ten minutes. I couldn’t remember why I was laughing so hard that my ribs hurt but it was the weirdest moment I ever had. I went and took out the instructions sheet, I find that it had opiate in the ingredients and could cause hallucinations, no wonder I was so jolly for those couple of days….

What has been your weirdest drug interaction moment?

 

Grim reaper still has a noose!

It has been several years now, still more questions than answers when you think about grim reaper and his noose.

He was a good guy. The last person you’d think could ever be stressed. He also knew how to turn everything into something to smile and laugh about. Then one day, something snapped. He climbed to the top floor of a eight story building and jump he did.

When we all met, no one seemed to understand how such a jovial soul would do such a deed. The people who were always pessimistic with a dim view of the future, the ones we were always worried about never hurt themselves not even a little prick. Maybe they all needed our equal love and concern. But how could you tell under the mask of happiness on his face?

Grim reaper still has a noose 😔

****

He was 11 years old. His parents were having issues. He would wonder why this was happening to him. Why was his family the one to break? His father and mother never openly disagreed infront of him. They would attend family functions together and the outside world saw them as a happy family. But in the confines of the four walls of their house, they were all lonely inside. They felt like they were in small jail cells. These cells would be broken when they had guests and other family members visit, you could see the teary eyes when those visits came to an end. They would wish the stay could have been extend even for a day, because the house seemed to large empty and haunting. Everyone would be doing their own thing. Was he the cause of all this trouble? Once in a while he would catch his mother crying, when she thought he had gone out to play. He would go and lock himself in his bedroom and ask God why this was happening and if he would ever see a semblance of happiness in his family. One day she quarelled him and he felt this overwhelming feeling that he couldn’t take it anymore. He went and mixed a concotion of pestiscide and fruit juice and drank it all up. He then went to his bedroom and lied down to wait for his death to come. He reckoned death would bring eternal peace as they wrote in that obituary section of the papers. After thirty minutes he started feeling dizzy and a sharp pain coming from his stomach. He felt a huge need to vomit and quickly rushed to the toilet. He vomited a dark concotion with a mixture of blood. He felt all weak and wondered whether this was death coming. He started feeling regret and made a quick prayer to God, to save him this one time. His mother found him with vomit in his mouth and unflushed toilet full of a mixture of pestiscide and blood with a putrid smell. She quickly carried him to the car and called his father as she drove crazily to the hospital.

He had attained gastrointestinal burns due to the corrosive nature of the pesticide and had to be put on drip for quite a while. When his father came he went over to his mother and as they watched over him. They wondered silently, if they had caused all this? Where had they gone wrong as parents. Some questions had no answers really…

As they all thanked the Lord for his mercies, they well understood that the Grim reaper almost had a noose…

****

I couldn’t bring myself to narrate the third and fourth occasions Grim Reaper had a noose, as they are still fresh and baffling.  What makes people take their own lives. What are the signs and symptoms? Are there remedies?

 

Its been six years! Happy Anniversary Mackel9's Blog

Happy 6th Anniversary to Mackel9’s Blog! It is now 6 years down this line of random stories from the experiences all around the world. I would like to thank all of you fam and a special mention goes to @Woolie he is never shy to leave a trail. That is not to leave out the ghost readers, I always see you in my stats, Thank you! 🙂

Happy 6th anniversary @mackel9‘sblog

 

R.A.P.E!

She was home alone

First year in college

She went to catch a movie in the living room

In her nightdress

Midway she fell asleep on the couch

He was her father’s friend

A family friend

They played with his children

He felt like family, well almost…

He got in and called out for her father

Nobody seemed to be in

He got to the living room and

Saw her nubile body breathing peacefully

He unzipped his trousers

Chocked her and threatened

Dare she scream

And she’d be dead

She couldn’t believe her eyes

This was a person she had trusted

All her life

How could he be doing this to her?

Why her?

Did she do something wrong?

Was God punishing her?

Was this the way she was going to lose her virginity?

Her dignity was destroyed!

The pain in her heart was deeper than the abbrasions caused by his zipper and penis to her privates and groin

When he was done with his deed he left without looking back

She sat up and sobbed uncontrollably

Why why why why is all she could mutter

But there was no voice giving the causes

She thought about taking her own life

What was the purpose of living? She didn’t know anymore

A month later she misses her periods

She visits her close friend

“I think I have missed my periods”

“Someone has been naughty”

She breaks down and cries

Her friend hugs her and probes to find out what is up.

She tells her the whole story

Whenever her father’s friend visits she feels like vomitting

And a lot of fear too

They go to the doctor and tell him

He asks if they have reported the matter to the police?

They say no

He tells them that they should… They still don’t

She is too scared since he has clout

They procure an abortion

And know that, this is a painful secret they have to keep every single minute they live

R.A.P.E

****

They had gone for a party

Everyone was making merry

He was too, but he was a teetotaler

She would be refilling his glass of juice whenever it was empty

He started feeling funny

He went to a wall and tried to support himself

She came over and asked how he was feeling

Not so well he said

She told him she’d show him where he could rest

She took him to a bedroom and his head was fuzzy and his heart seemed to be pumping faster than usual

He could feel his pants being removed

S…

St…

Stop!

They were now three different figures he could see

They had cuffed his hands on the bed

They would each take turns at him

When he told his friends what happened later

They laughed it off and told him how that was a man dream

Three women, a quadrasome

He felt humiliated but couldn’t keep on telling people

Because he never seemed to even get sympathy

People thought he was “lucky”

And wished they could get same “opportunity’

R.A.P.E.

****

He was too drunk after a night out of fun

He decided to remain in the tent as others went to the campfire

One of the guys offered to remain behind and keep watch

As the camp activities were going on, one of his boys decided to go back to the tent and grab a sweatshirt

He finds their friend who was left behind to keep watch over the drunk friend kissing him

He grabs him by the collar and gives him a few punches

He calls the other friends and they rain on him with blows and kicks

They however decide they are never going to tell their blacked out friend what went on jn that tent

N.E.A.R.L.Y R.A.P.E.D

****

She had gone to sleep over at a friend’s

As the weekend whiled on, more boys and girls dropped by

They brought with them drinks

Discussions became debates

From politics, economy to general life

When people started leaving she went to retire in the guest room

She was drunk but conscious

One of the guys who had remained behind slipped into her room

He started fondling her

She told him to stop

He though no means yes and yes means yes

Such flawed thinking

He went on and undressed her

And molested her

She was too drunk to fight back

She told her host in the morning

He did not believe her

How now? They had been boys since time

She had to carry her burden on her own

Getting STD tests, Post Exposure Prophylaxis and emergency contraception

But after that she developed trust issues

How could people you call friends treat you like such?

R.A.P.E.D

****

They were at a popular park

Time rushed past and soon it was dark

As they were leaving they were arrested by cops on patrol

They were told it was illegal to be in the park past 7.00pm

They pleaded and pleaded

On deaf ears their pleas fell

They made calls to their family and friends

The cops took them away from the station within the jurisdiction they were arrested

Their friends couldn’t find them

In the tiny cells the police officers had their way and let them go

On reporting, nothing seems to be happening

The process of seeking justice was made frustrating for them

They cannot walk alone in the dark any more

Parks are not places for picnics and fun anymore

R.A.P.E.D

 

A love story

Scars

After being broken, she took time to begin her healing process. Far away from everyone. The pain had to be forgotten, walls were built and barbs to ward off all the attempts of entry.

Like they say time sure does heal…

She would sit and wonder “will I ever find him?” How many nice guys are left? How come I am the only one who seems to be left behind all my friends prosper? Where can I meet these nice guys and not a deadbeat? It was crazy. People kept on telling her she needs to put”herself out there”. But where is “out there”?. She had been to many places, and simply out there seems never to exist.

The yearning for love and be loved always haunted her in her sleep. All the checklist items, she had put out never seemed to come in one package. What to do?

After broken, he saw all women as the same. People to be related with at an arms length. He too built up walls, high walls…

He became really aloof. No regard to being tied down. Or getting committed again. He saw commitment as a weakness, something that made you vulnerable. Vulnerabilities were not allowed in his new self. Not ever, not again.

But then again, there was his mother. Always up his neck. “I am getting old you know? I need to see grandchildren”. He would laugh it off and tell her she would get a handful of them, when the time is right and when he finds someone he was ready to spend the rest of his life with. This would eat him up at night when he went to sleep. He still believed love existed, but his wounded heart was just not ready just yet. It wanted to stay where it felt safe and secure.

He wanted to get over the “what ifs and what would have been”. Cleanse himself of all her memories, forget the hurt, because even with all this he felt it would be unfair to drag someone innocent into his mess. “I shouldn’t let the wreck in me wreck other people he would say.”

Yin and Yang

One day they happened to have those functions for the youth at church. He still volunteered in such.

As they were preparing for the event, he saw her.

This new face all bright and bubbly.

He felt a gush of déjà vu. It was like he knew her from somewhere. He just couldn’t recollect where, even though it was totally a new face because he didn’t think he would have forgotten such a personality.

As they say, déjà vu is a sign of love at first sight.

He went over to her and said hi and tried to hit on her to make small talk. She totally ignored him. She thought, “he is probably like the rest of them” I don’t think I want to risk that again.

The function went well and she would keep hearing what a nice person he was. She sat opposite him and stared. He was actually someone she would love to get to know. He had good sense of humour, and for some reason she found his jokes insanely hilarious.

Courage the cowardly dog!

As they were finishing the function, she went up to him said “I think you are cute”. That got him by surprise. Big surprise, he was stunned, he didn’t know whether to blush or say thank you or whatever. This was new to him. So was it to her. She had decided there was nothing to lose. She had to make a move or forever keep her peace. He loved how bold she was.

“That is random, after ignoring me all this time you just drop a bombshell like this?”

She laughs.

“So is this where we get to kiss?”

“Hahahaha yes, in your dreams…”

“Can I get your number?”

“Sure”

“Coffee?”

“I would really love that”

Healing and fresh beginning

Both of them were scared of going all in at once. As the time rolled on by they realized they were the missing piece of each other’s puzzle and thus a love story was born.

 

Broken!

She met this guy, he was her world, everything she thought she ever wanted.

He had that flair, made her happy, incredibly so. One day her friend tells her how her “man” is hers and for many others too.

She couldn’t believe it, how could her friend try to destroy what she had yearned for for such a long time.

Why couldn’t she let them prosper?

But love is blind, thank God, that, her friend knew….

She invited her friend to go out at this new place.

They walk in and guess who they find at the corner lounge kissing someone else?

Her bae, lover, man…

She couldn’t believe it.

She felt so betrayed, when she had just thought she had finished her search for the one, then this?

How now?

She started doubting love exists, but she still believed in it, because the fire that he had lit, even though it had now died, it yearned to be reignited.

Broken!

He had met her in church.

She was very coy, something he found irresistibly alluring.

He chased her for as long as he could remember.

Then one day as he walked her home from church she said yes.

Imagine the joy, he felt like could burst.

Finally he had found someone he could introduce to his friends and family.

His baby girl moved to another town for work, they promised each other to stay faithful.

The future was bright for them as a couple, they would joke about how many babies they would have.

He wanted many, she wanted two, twins if the heavens willed it.

Communication started waning, the long evening calls started being short and far in between.

He asks for leave, picks his bag and travels to see his baby girl.

He can not let this fire die, he had to show the commitment.

After travelling the whole day, he got to the other town, went to a store and bought her those white chocolates she loves and a flower.

Yes a flower. Because he wanted her and only her forever to be by his side, that is how committed he was.

He walks up her doorway and rings the bell.

A man in boxer shorts opens the door, he asks where she was.

He is told she was in the kitchen.

“Babe, who is it?” she calls out across the hallway.

The guy in boxer shorts replies with, “there is someone here with a message for you.”

She comes through the doorway in a nightdress and stops on her tracks frozen.

He stands up says hello to her, picks his bags and leaves.

Not another word, he gives the chocolates to a street boy, and he books the next bus home.

On his trip back he thanks God for not carrying his firearm, he would have made another statistic.

He calls his boy and pours his heart out the whole commute.

He cannot believe she could do this to him.

After he had made all these commitments for a lifelong future with her….

Broken!

 

Barbershop

My barber quit and moved, so did I, now
I am keeping my hair. Do you know how long it takes to get a good barber who understands you. Who doesn’t ask why don’t you like “cuts” he shaves you to your liking without many madoido and you never get those bumps and ingrown hairs afterwards.

Finding a good barber is like falling in love, you keep testing the waters until you meet them. Maybe I should keep locks ey?