I got myself a tall luhya man for my birthday.
I’ve fallen into another season of no inspiration and will be doing the brave thing of betraying my blogging goals and taking another unpredictably long break from my writing. Life has been overbearingly boring. But other than the failed calculus exam, the rainy summer, the incessant insects, and the ill-fitting miniskirts, this month is going great. I’ve officially got 2 more years to this degree, and I’m hoping time flies like a thief in the night.
I figured I, at the very least, should give a recap of the last three months.
My birthday was great this year. I’m oddly sentimental and I have a couple of rituals for the day, including where I have lunch (has to be a new city) and what I drink for the day (virgin pornstar martini lol). This year, I woke up at 10 am on the 7th, which was also a Sabbath, and I lazed around during the morning hours, doing my makeup whilst listening to a gospel mix that Youtube thinks I like (Youtube is right). I do makeup now because it’s really fun, and I enjoy staring at my face. I spent the rest of the day in Deventer for no particular reason, ate a margarita pizza and rode a Ferris wheel before heading back to Enschede for my dinner with Helena.
My birthday is smack in the middle of the year, which means I get to go through my vision board and stare at all my unaccomplishments. I wish I did more; so much time slipped through my fingers and I spent it all complaining and blaming and redirecting. And now, for the second half of the year, I feel like it’s too late. I’m still procrastinating, I’m still behind, I’m still struggling. But I also feel very grown. I’ve outgrown many things on my 2025 bingo card, I’ve learnt more about myself, and I’ve settled?? Not sure how to phrase that. Birthdays are weird.
The girls are arguing online over Love Island and it’s safe to say I have officially had enough. It’s truly a derailed conversation now and I am ready to retire the think-pieces. It was also my first time following along and I have lost so many brain cells in the past month. I will say the entire concept of the show is very odd. I would not be caught in such a show; one, because they would eat me up for how terrible my make-up skills are, and two, because God forbid my father sees me parading around a villa in a bikini on national telly. Honestly, I feel like I was dreading family day more than the islanders were.
Bien was in the Netherlands again and let me tell you something, kijana ni performer!!! I’ve only recently vocally recovered from the night. I screamed and danced and forgot about my two-sizes-too-small shoes. And one thing about East Africans?? We are a vibe!!! My concert experiences are reserved for Bien, and even though I do not doubt the craftsmanship of other artists, Bien’s concerts hit different. There is a nostalgic feel to all his concerts, especially as an expat. And don’t get me started on the random friendships I made in the Melweg bathroom.
I had two outfit changes before leaving for Bien because my friends are hot and my clothes were giving teenager. The girls and I were able to get to the front despite arriving at the venue 2 hours after the event started. Have I ever told y’all I love women??
How long is too long before getting engaged? I was laughing today at a Reddit story of a woman who had been with her boyfriend for 8 years before she finally realised that he was leading her on. I thought the writing style was funny. But I also thought it was an incredibly sad story. Mostly because, to me, it reeked of self-doubt and maybe a lack of self-love. Then again, how short is too short to be engaged? I was laughing that someone I know who was single in March had her engagement party last month. I found it amusing. But I’m 21 and marriage is none of my business, so who am I to say that that was fast?
Your takes are so real!!! And yes, the concept of love island is very very weird 😭
Finally😭we we’re starting to get worried🥹