My French teacher had a very strong personality. Moto bin pasi! One time she wore a miniskirt to school which was out of the ordinary for a lady in her fifties. When her female colleagues called her aside to express their concern she asked them if they were lesbians. That would be the only explanation for their interest in her outfit. When news about her skirt spread among the students and some of them peeped at the classroom door to see how she was dressed, she made them stand outside and stare at her until the lesson was over.

She advised us to write our journals in French for practice and once I started I could not stop because I enjoyed it a lot. Until one day she asked us to hand in the diaries as part of an assignment. Wueh! Double wahala part two! I had filled my diary with complaints about her methods of teaching and some crazy teenage stuff so I was really scared. I even started reading Business Studies from scratch because if I'd still be alive after facing her wrath, I'd most definitely not sit for a French K.C.S.E exam.

After that I started writing in a way that would edify everyone who read my work. I looked for a notebook and wrote stories about anything I could think of and gave it to my deskies to read (front deskie, side deskie, back deskie. Funny how we had side deskies. Si the person seated on either side is your deskie so what exactly was a side deskie. Smh) I enjoyed writing stuff and giving it to someone who also enjoyed reading.

I finished high school and spent most of the time with my dad who was sick at the time. He was asleep a lot and I easily got bored during the afternoons. I started thinking about a blog I had registered back in Form Two and worked on it a bit.

That's how I started. Why I continue? Because I need a place to ask questions like; Did I remember to feel like Doc Shebeleza when I woke up this morning? Will Pierre Makena ever cough ama she likes her voice that way? Does your anaconda still want some if she's a nun hun? I write because I can't think about Ellie Goulding all the time or play games such as hop-skip-and-EllieGoulding, rock-paper-EllieGoulding and tic-tac-EllieGoulding.

I write because it's one of those things I do well. Considering no one will ever pay me to find coins dropped in sofas or on the road, I might as well do something valuable.

Writing is what I find myself doing and the Bible says whatever your hand findeth to do, do it as though you are serving God and not man. It makes me happy to contribute to a world of art which inspires me a lot.

I'm working on a dance routine for Beyoncé's song, Upgrade You. It's actually a new year's resolution since I didn't get time to finish it last year. After that I'll do a routine for "Partition" but that will be very hard because the tutorial video is done by some dudes with huge butts and they're doing all these moves on the floor so I feel quite intimidated. In asmuch as I love dancing, my passion is writing.

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  1. Haha side deskie! You have a point there..keep writing we will be reading!

  2. Hahahahaha that Pierra Makena thing had me laughing out loud(LOL) really! Love this post

  3. Hahaha. Hope she coughs soon. Looool!! Great writing

  4. The background kinda hides some of your words...but I totally relate with your concerns over Pierra's throat condition hahaha

    1. Lol. Seems everyone was suffering in silence about her voice

  5. That French teacher of yours,I like her already.I like her wits..asking for you diaries..haha.