Dear Marriage,
You
should know
If I
could write you a love song
It would
go on and on and on and on
‘Cause I
see forever in your arms
So, keep
on holding on and on and on and on and on
Marriage, I am both excited and afraid
of this passage. I think in as much as we like marriage, we should also hope
that marriage would like us back. If the marriage doesn’t like you then it's pretty
bad, but if it does then marriage is sweet, or so I have been told and
imagined, well mostly imagined.
I genuinely cannot wait for wife
privilege, (wife privilege na this weather would really slap walai, lakini
mlisema wishes sio horses ama hiyo proverb ilikuwa aje). Man, my teacher of English
(enhee, jeshi ya English teacher) would really be disappointed. (I am spiraling
again)
In less than 12 hours, one of my boys
is getting married. I think he knew and the weather favors him a lot, but the
one thing I love about the whole thing is I have looked at them and they like
each other. I have used like rather than love because we all have our
definition of love but I know it when people like each other; this sense
becomes useless when others like me (Is there anyone lakini… saying this makes
it very sad, lakini I am good person, anzeni kuniona folks, send them my way
hata, mention me in your prayers) – why is this funny.
But, my boy is getting married, and I
am excited that they like each other. I think most of them don’t like their partners
and sometimes it shows, lakini that’s a whole other goliath to tackle and it so
happens that the only stones I have, have turned to bows and harps that sing
about love.
I hate how marriages in Kenya don’t
involve heartfelt vows though or maybe ni marriages in my area. I wonder what
my boy would tell his woman;
I’ve been
feeling that
I've
found something real
The
thought of you fills me with
A warmth
I've never known
Then
she would start tearing up and her bridesmaid would be freaking out because the
tears might spoil the mascara ama ndio eye liner… then she would take a deep
breathe and say;
Hold my
heart til' it grows old
Hold my
heart til' it grows old
Our love
stays the same
Through
time's endless change
I promise
from now til' death
You'll
never be alone
I
think at this point, I would be asking for tissues to try and wipe the dust off
my eyes. At that moment when their eyes would meet, they would both know in
their hearts that this is one of those rare good decisions that they get to
make in life. I think most of us would actually believe in love when we see
this. Well, it will be grander in person and I hope I get to see through the
whole ceremony.
I
wonder how both of them feel right in this instance. They could be asleep, or
maybe they have butterflies and are so restless and would like a fast forward
to the 16th, I know I would. Or maybe they are really peaceful with
how great things have turned out, I might not have been in their shoes, but I
think they are at peace. They are a jovial pair or maybe I see them that way,
the world really did produce a good pair.
I
would like this, you know, to marry someone I like and they are also sure they
like me;
I finally
get to fall for someone
Who has
fallen for me
I would
cherish every lifelong second
I am with
them
I
would also like to have my own moment and maybe say;
Say
you'll love me
Say
you'll hold me
Through
the stormy weather
We'll be
together, always
Then
some guys would cringe at the back but I would mean every word and I know she
would mean whatever it is she would say. I really have dreams about this day
and it’s getting late; I need to sleep and maybe dream some more about this.
So,
Congratulations, Ann and Victor; I pray for love to grow more till your hearts
grow old, then add some more. Naweza kuwa sijui the whole story lakini I hope
my boy doesn’t stutter on this day.
Regards,
Thairu.
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