Yeii I is a graduate..

I finally feel human…..or rather, my legs and heart finally feel as though they belong to me I’ve been up and down lately…so a quick re-cap of whats been going on..

Week 1: Result time

So this was me waiting for my results with my heart in my throat. I was so scared…of completely failing..I had even composed different scenarios of how I would tell the parents that their money and support had gone to waste…composed what I was going to do upon finding out I had failed..(yes this occupied my mind for a while)…I got a couple of panic attacks….(yes thank you to my beloveds)…SoI finally checked…and wooossaaaad! Phew!

Week 2: Graduation

In my panic during the “waiting for results” phase, I completely forgot to buy a graduation outfit…so I took myself and XY to the shops..and fell in love with a dress…it was a simple grey shift dress…that emphasized the waist..good stuff! Couple of useless arguments here and there…(note to men: If you are dragged on a shopping expedition by a girl, be enthusiastic…or face the consequences of an emotional, hormonal, anxious-to-find-the-right-kind-of-dress girl. Oki?)

So we sorted my outfit out (my mood improved along with it)..got a clutch purse…and I was set! Managed to clean the house before the parents arrived (and begged the housemates not to mess it up in the meantime)….I was ready!

The day itself? Absolutely amazing!! I woke up so early!! It was 5am..and the sun was out…I was sleepy but couldn’t sleep..nerves or excitement, or a mix of the two…and then, the shower went cold on me in the middle of me “tra-la-la-ing” in the bathroom!!!!!!! Didn’t I scream like a banshee, and wake the housemate to go fix the boiler! I hate this bloody boiler! Its like it knows when you have something important to do…then it chooses to eff it up by breaking down in the middle of the shower…NKT!!!!!!

Anyhu, got ready, made myself pretty pretty…and went to get  my gown and tickets and all that…while tweeting all the way of course (shame face…its addictive!)

Anyhu, parents and the XY showed up..and I graduated..Woop! Took a couple of pics (ok loads of pics, by the school, on the grounds..with my classmates..etc)..Parents grinning all the while. Champagne reception after the ceremony…(means more photo taking) and then it was off for lunch…lovely lovely…

Did I say thank you to all those who send me lovely wishes? If I didn’t..thank you!!!!

Wine in the garden with my housemate when it was over..I was pleasantly tired out of my mind!

Walking with the parents:

They stayed for a week…and I walked for 8 hours every single day…and tweeted about it the whole time…from the pain (my legs are yet to forgive me), the carrying of heavy bags, the gossip sessions, endless cups of tea, endless icecreams to deal with the sunshine, enjoying mummy’s cooking (for real my dad and I gained weight from that week)….to trips to London (which requires a post on its own).. I have NEVER walked that much! EVER! Lol..exercise for sure….

In my foolishness I decided to go out during the weekend..knowing I had to wake up and walk the next day..ever walked when you’re slightly hangied? And the sun is out in full force? I would not recommend it..for realz..

I had so much fun with them despite all my moaning of my tired feets…..I saw places that I’ve never seen, despite me living in this country for 4 years…being a tourist is fun huh?

Anyhu, they left a few days ago…I need like a week to recover before I decide what to do with myself this holiday…

Jana there was a carnival in the park….fun…and then I spotted Mr Proposal with some extremely randomly dressed women, and walked off in the opposite direction as fast as I could….I don’t need any more drama from him anymore…he still sends random emails “ati I was just saying hi, hope you’re keeping well”…Hmmphh! Go away already! Anyhu I digress….what I meant to say was…we need a carnival in Nairobi…ama does one happen and I have no clue about it? (This is what I get for spending my holidays in the village with cucu)…you know the way there are events like “Blankets and Wine” and the others? Wouldn’t it be awesome if there were cultural stands selling food and cultural artifacts as well? Kenyan (Nyam chom! Yum!) as well as non-Kenyan (think of all the restaurants in town, from Japanese, Chinese, Indian, Italian…etc) On a sunny day…that would be cool, yes?

Playlist:

• Softest lips- Eric Roberson (mmmmmm)