Not only was my final exam late in commencement, but I finished it first. There was nothing exciting about writing my last paper for undergraduate studies. I simply put my pens back in the pouch, and walked out. There was no party afterwards, nor was there drinking down of bottles of alcohol. I went straight home, had a lovely dinner made by my mother and slept with a bit of peace. I kept my word.
I had a few drinks with my colleagues Friday evening. The inevitable question came, "are you gay?" Yes was my reply. They all had an idea, I was told. I'm more gay than Elton John and Boy George combined, despite my camp, regular code of dress. Sadly, my work emails will not have "Haaaaaay" as a greeting. I wonder how this will pan out.
My blackberry has died a cruel death. It refused to wake up, a common problem with that series. The service centre called, they've tried everything but it shan't live. It's warranty expired a month back. Murphy's law is quite the cruel one! It's not been a good month for me with regard to technology.
Why someone would fly to Cape Town and not mention it to me when I know we had a date is beyond me. "Please don't blame me." Oh, this is the dramatic man I called Slim a while back. I'm glad there was no date, because I went book shopping! My latest addition to my little library is a marketing text book.
I was sat in a park by myself yesterday killing time before my date arrived. It was a beautiful afternoon and there were thousands of butterflies all over the place, I guess it was another butterfly migration. The sun was out and the temperature cool, grass green and wind gentle. Such a wonderful time I had reading in silence. My date arrived. Quite good looking for a blind date. Strong willed, independent, young. He knows what he wants. I wonder how the next date with him will go.
This will be my last post until September. I need to go find creative self again. cuppateaKE@gmail.com is the address to send your guest posts to. I feel that you can live a month without my literature. Will I stop writing about the men that come and go in my life? Will I stop writing about sex? Will I stop writing about the moments of epiphany, the moments I have with nature, the feelings I experience? But what would I write about if I didn't write any of these? Would I be cup-a-tea, or just another tactless author of one of many gay Kenyan blogs out there? I remember starting this as a place to vent. A private yet public journal of a young gay Kenyan.
I've all this and more to think about. See you then.
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