TO THE FATHER OF MY UNBORN CHILDREN

Hey you❤, I just started reading Gone with the Wind, partly because it’s always been on my radar of books I should read before my God willed demise and partly because I want to sharpen my writing skills, so that when I pen such letters to you, I do so with the poise and precision of a writer who has written many a good books, is not shy of thee Pulitzer prize and whose body of work is completely without fault given the years of experience and time spent perfecting the art.

Scarlett O’Hara, Ashley and the twins?????? I have no idea what fate has in store for them because I’m only a few pages in, same way I have no idea what the future has in store for us for we’ve only just began. But somehow I am aware of the fact that you will father my children. You once told me that when you meet your person, your better half, your heart in human form you just know it’s them. Maybe it’s because your soul has spent a thousand lifetimes crying out to them and when you finally meet, that unsettling feeling inside you fades into oblivion and disappears like it was never there in the first place.

Life has taught me many things. In all it’s unpleasantness, uncertainty and “fugliness” I have learnt many a lessons chief among them being that we don’t always get what we want. The cosmos has it’s way with things, we make plans and God laughs, fate and destiny play their part in ensuring that a balance is struck in the universe and more often than not we mortals are always at the receiving end of any mischance that stems from it. But even with all that self acquired knowledge, the little girl inside me that gets giddy whenever you call is inclined to believe that our paths are aligned and that when all the cards have been dealt, you and I will wind up together

Ah!! But baby you are probably wondering why I’m writing you at 3am in the morning, outside the comfort of my bedroom walls and under the darkness of the night sky so I’ll cut to the chase. You see on Tuesday I went to a place called Kitengela Glass because I wanted to test my limits, kick acrophobia and basophobia in the ass and to see if my perception of the world would change after a near death experience #hyperbole

Kitengela Glass is located in the outskirts of Rongai town. A place where wild animals roam freely because apparently there is a part of the National Park that is not fenced off so when the animals are tired of being confined in the park they take their long walks, to clear their heads perhaps cause being an animal must be mentally exhausting😂. Although this information scared me shitless I took it with stride when I came to the actualization that the place once belonged to them in it’s entirety so they have every right to come and go as they please.

My tour guide was amazing. He told me everything I needed to know about the place. It’s past, it’s present and it’s foreseeable future so I am not exaggerating when I say he is the best guide in Kenya, Africa and perhaps in the whole world and he only cost me 500 shillings.

All hell broke loose when we got to the bridge, details of which are explained in my video. I started shaking like a leaf on a cold windy day. My fear led to thoughts of you hence why I’m writing you tonight.

“If he was here I probably wouldn’t be this scared.” “I wish he was here to see me through this.” “If only he was here to see me face my fears.” I wondered if you’d be as scared as I was, then I remembered that you’ve spent the better part of your life flying planes across oceans and rivers and lakes and continents so you’d probably be unperturbed by it all and in essence see me across the bridge gracefully.

As scared as I was I still made it to the other side and back. We’ll toast🍻 to that in the future when we get together for a date; eat, drink and watch the day turn into night as I rumble on about my experience atop that bridge and you tell me anecdotes about your many adventures in the sky.

And baby I know that when we listen to Black Velvet by Alannah Myles we are supposed to think about The King, but for some reason this song reminds me of you. Maybe it’s your little boy smile that caught my attention and drew me in all those years ago, maybe it’s because you are the only man who has ever brought me to my knees, maybe it’s because it was inspired and written about The King and you are my king. Whatever it is, this song does IT for me. This song will always do IT for me❤.