My life as a diaspora ended on the 10th of December 2012 when I finally made the brave move back to my mama Land. I remember the expression I received from my friends when I announced that I would be going back to Kenya for good. I looked at their faces, it was as if I said I was going to commit suicide.
To them, this was the worst decision I was about to make. As if moving from America to Europe wasn't bad enough now I was about to return to the third-world country.
What I didn't understand is, I grew up in Kenya all my life why would it be so difficult to just relocate and live happily ever after? who said that once you go west there is no coming back?
Me, I always knew that someday someone has to go back to their roots and I had to do it for my own sanity so the journey begins
Weather
there is no perfect weather like the one we experience in Africa. I mean who gets to have 9 months of summer and 3 months of Spring/ Autumn There is no winter although some Kenyans would tend to differ with me on this especially July/August month when everyone updates how cold it is in Nairobi and that they all just wished they had a significant other who they would happily report back home to cuddle with. The temperature they complain about is literally springtime in Minnesota.
Transportation
WOW! If there is anything I miss so much is the convenience of commuting.
One would travel from one city to another in less than an hour. In Kenya that means traveling from Nairobi to Naivasha every day to work or to school,,, this could never happen. Not in Kenya
Job Opportunity
I miss the fact that I could just quit my job and get another one in a few weeks.
Customer service
Whoever said that Ugandans need to learn Swahili, Tanzania have to learn English and Kenyans need to learn manners was not wrong. Kenyans are one of the most rudest people on earth followed by Nigerians I mean what's so hard about telling someone in a queue of a bank that your servers are low and you are working on it?
Friday, 23 February 2024
Top 10 Mega Projects in Kenya
Kenya is aiming to become the world leading country in Sub Saharan Africa. There has been several projects taking place To achieve this, there has been several projects that have caught my eyes.
#1. STANDARD GAUGE RAILWAY (SGR)
The Mombasa-Nairobi SGR is the biggest infrastructure project in Kenya since independence. It will shorten the passenger travel time from Mombasa to Nairobi from more than ten hours to a little more than four hours. Freight trains will complete the journey in less than eight hours.
#2. TWO-RIVERS
#3. THIKA SUPERHIGHWAY
The former Kenyan President Mwai Kibaki officially inaugurated the superhighway connecting Nairobi and Thika in November 2012.The $360m road project saw the construction of a modern superhighway, the first of its kind in Kenya.
During the making of the Thika Super highway, alot was happening. The Chinese constructors impregnated the mama mbogas and maids of Thika Road, several people died due to accidents and buildings were demolished like the famous Nakumatt Thika Road. Many called it a curse and condemned the government for different reasons. It was until it was complete that we started to yield its benefits. The superhighway has brought about positive changes for everyone residing along the Nairobi-Thika route. Time of travel between Nairobi and Thika has already come down to approximately 40 minutes, as against two hours in the past.
It is with no doubt that superhighway helped Kenya in realising its objective of attaining the status of a middle-income country by 2030.
#4.
#4. 62 Storey Hazina Towers
They will be Nairobi’s and perhaps some of the regions tallest buildings. We are talking about the ongoing construction of 14 megastructures which dot the city skyline with the tallest so far being the 33-storey UAP towers which stands at a height of 535 feet high. Our reporter Yussuf Ibrahim takes a look at some of the upcoming megastructures in the city and their unique Features.
#5. ENGLISH POINT MARINA
#6. LAPSET
#7.
#1. STANDARD GAUGE RAILWAY (SGR)
The Mombasa-Nairobi SGR is the biggest infrastructure project in Kenya since independence. It will shorten the passenger travel time from Mombasa to Nairobi from more than ten hours to a little more than four hours. Freight trains will complete the journey in less than eight hours.
The construction of the $32.7 billion standard gauge railway is expected to be completed earlier than expected. Transport Principal Secretary Irungu Nyakera said the work is set for completion in March 2017, and not May next year, as earlier projected.
He said as of May, the construction of the railway had reached 80 per cent, adding that the laying of tracks had so far covered a distance of 280 kilometres from Voi to Sultan Hamud.
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| the new line projected to add at least 1.5 per cent to the country’s wealth. |
#2. TWO-RIVERS
Two Rivers is a mixed use development promising visitors, shoppers, businesses and residents unforgettable experiences in each square foot. Set on 100 acres within Nairobi’s diplomatic blue zone, Two Rivers is wedged between the Northern Bypass and Limuru Road.
with at least 200 stores, TR promises to be a foodie’s favourite spot and a shopper’s paradise. A place for chocolate, wine, ice-cream and other simple pleasures. You can take care of your health and wellness, shop for your sporting needs and even buy that car you wanted. Think of a million and one ways you can indulge, think Two Rivers. $226m
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| Artist impression of the Two-Rivers Mega Mall |
During the making of the Thika Super highway, alot was happening. The Chinese constructors impregnated the mama mbogas and maids of Thika Road, several people died due to accidents and buildings were demolished like the famous Nakumatt Thika Road. Many called it a curse and condemned the government for different reasons. It was until it was complete that we started to yield its benefits. The superhighway has brought about positive changes for everyone residing along the Nairobi-Thika route. Time of travel between Nairobi and Thika has already come down to approximately 40 minutes, as against two hours in the past.
It is with no doubt that superhighway helped Kenya in realising its objective of attaining the status of a middle-income country by 2030.
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| Thika SuperHighway |
#4.
#4. 62 Storey Hazina Towers
They will be Nairobi’s and perhaps some of the regions tallest buildings. We are talking about the ongoing construction of 14 megastructures which dot the city skyline with the tallest so far being the 33-storey UAP towers which stands at a height of 535 feet high. Our reporter Yussuf Ibrahim takes a look at some of the upcoming megastructures in the city and their unique Features.
#5. ENGLISH POINT MARINA
#6. LAPSET
#7.
Monday, 2 September 2013
KISII IN MINNESOTA - The untold stories. Part 1
There are more Abagusii in US than they are in Kisii town itself. Just like Boston is for Kikuyu so is Minnesota for Kisii.
The Abagusii/Kisii is a community of Bantu speakers that inhabit in Kisii and Nyamira counties of Nyanza province, western part of Kenya
My first ever study abroad adventure started in Minnesota. I was invited by my sister who was invited by our Aunt who was invited by her husband who was invited by his Uncle who was invited by his brother who was invited by father who was invited by the then chief of Nyamira who won a green card. It's a chain- nobody invites themselves.
It was the worst time of the year, Winter! The weather was about −57 °F (−49 °C) - the coldest temperature my hair had ever experienced. My eyes were freezing, my feet were numb and my hands could not touch a thing. The cold had already messed up my brains and I could not think properly. Were it not for a good Samaritan who saw how confused I looked and offered to help, I would have missed my connection flight from Chicago to Minneapolis-St Paul.
On arrival, I was welcomed by about 6 inches of snow and smiles from almost everyone at the airport. My reflex action was to check if my fly was open. "Welcome to Minnesota," said my host. "we all wear that fake smile called 'Minnesota nice' It won't be long before you start wearing it too"
#CHURCH
My first church experience was at Kenya Community SDA Church in Minneapolis (bare in mind am not from an SDA background). Sabbath begins on Friday evening, ladies are not allowed to wear trousers to church, pork is a forbidden food and church lasted for hours. I could not believe that such practices happen in America -I was amazed! this was like a little kisii town.
Whenever there was elderly visitors from Kisii, the preacher would speak Kisii throughout the service and the choir would sing Swahili songs.
#FOOD
Believe it or not, all types of food grown in Kisii land are also found in Minnesota. Residence of Minnesota can access foods like ugali, sweet bananas, matoke, managu, risosa, kunde, mapera anything you want, name it it will be shipped- thanks to the Somali businessmen who own shipping companies. Not forgetting Nyamachoma (roast meat) and Omena. The Somalis don't play I heard they once shipped a live goat.
There is no room for home sick at least not when it comes to food.
#ENTERTAINMENT
There is an Ethiopian restaurant called the Blue Nile that turns into a night club during ungodly hours. They play all types of African music from the west, East, South and Central Africa that can take your mind on a road trip back to your village backyard. The Kisiis however, thought that their needs were not adequately catered for, and so they introduced 'Essaga saga nite' - the Kisii version of Ramogi nite.
#BABY SITTING
Kisii baby sitters are just a phone call away. From the moment a typical kisii mother conceives, they decide to shop around for grandmothers who are visiting their relatives indefinitely. They begin to book their services in advance even before giving birth. It's Crazy- a pregnant Kisii in town means someone's grandmother will have to extend their visiting visa, if they choose to take the call.
.....To be continued
The Abagusii/Kisii is a community of Bantu speakers that inhabit in Kisii and Nyamira counties of Nyanza province, western part of Kenya
My first ever study abroad adventure started in Minnesota. I was invited by my sister who was invited by our Aunt who was invited by her husband who was invited by his Uncle who was invited by his brother who was invited by father who was invited by the then chief of Nyamira who won a green card. It's a chain- nobody invites themselves.
It was the worst time of the year, Winter! The weather was about −57 °F (−49 °C) - the coldest temperature my hair had ever experienced. My eyes were freezing, my feet were numb and my hands could not touch a thing. The cold had already messed up my brains and I could not think properly. Were it not for a good Samaritan who saw how confused I looked and offered to help, I would have missed my connection flight from Chicago to Minneapolis-St Paul.
On arrival, I was welcomed by about 6 inches of snow and smiles from almost everyone at the airport. My reflex action was to check if my fly was open. "Welcome to Minnesota," said my host. "we all wear that fake smile called 'Minnesota nice' It won't be long before you start wearing it too"
#CHURCH
My first church experience was at Kenya Community SDA Church in Minneapolis (bare in mind am not from an SDA background). Sabbath begins on Friday evening, ladies are not allowed to wear trousers to church, pork is a forbidden food and church lasted for hours. I could not believe that such practices happen in America -I was amazed! this was like a little kisii town.
Whenever there was elderly visitors from Kisii, the preacher would speak Kisii throughout the service and the choir would sing Swahili songs.
#FOOD
Believe it or not, all types of food grown in Kisii land are also found in Minnesota. Residence of Minnesota can access foods like ugali, sweet bananas, matoke, managu, risosa, kunde, mapera anything you want, name it it will be shipped- thanks to the Somali businessmen who own shipping companies. Not forgetting Nyamachoma (roast meat) and Omena. The Somalis don't play I heard they once shipped a live goat.
There is no room for home sick at least not when it comes to food.
#ENTERTAINMENT
There is an Ethiopian restaurant called the Blue Nile that turns into a night club during ungodly hours. They play all types of African music from the west, East, South and Central Africa that can take your mind on a road trip back to your village backyard. The Kisiis however, thought that their needs were not adequately catered for, and so they introduced 'Essaga saga nite' - the Kisii version of Ramogi nite.
#BABY SITTING
Kisii baby sitters are just a phone call away. From the moment a typical kisii mother conceives, they decide to shop around for grandmothers who are visiting their relatives indefinitely. They begin to book their services in advance even before giving birth. It's Crazy- a pregnant Kisii in town means someone's grandmother will have to extend their visiting visa, if they choose to take the call.
.....To be continued
Wednesday, 28 August 2013
WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOUR ZUMBA INSTRUCTOR
A Letter to my zumba clients at Veva Fitness Centre.
You are the reason I stay up all night to memorize dance moves and search for new exciting music from South America, the reason I have unlimited internet and the reason my muscles ache every Monday morning. You all inspire me in different ways- from your different background, race, culture and religion.
Don't get upset when I tell you it takes around 4 weeks for your body to start experiencing amazing transformation. Veva is not a Maximum Miracle Centre. If it took you 2 years to accumulate all that weight don't assume it will take you less than 1 week to shed it off!
So..While you patiently wait for your weight to start decreasing, here are some things you need to know about your zumba instructor.
Don't get upset when I tell you it takes around 4 weeks for your body to start experiencing amazing transformation. Veva is not a Maximum Miracle Centre. If it took you 2 years to accumulate all that weight don't assume it will take you less than 1 week to shed it off!
So..While you patiently wait for your weight to start decreasing, here are some things you need to know about your zumba instructor.
- Zumba instructors get tired too. Many of us have errands during the day and work full-time before stepping into the gym. Please don't make me shout for you to move.
- Zumba instructors usually have at least one regular that they rely on for small things – putting out a fan when it is hot, making a head count for the office (not easy when the heads are moving and bobbing!), and for keeping the energy up with calls, hoots etc. I try not to take it personally that even subs immediately look to me to be the resident loudmouth!
- Zumba instructors have to work harder than the rest of the class. Multitasking is a MUST! I have to remember the choreography, do the moves with more energy and definition while at the same time signal next moves.
- Zumba instructors have their favorite styles of dance and songs. While we try to make sure we have a variety of dance for fitness reasons, it isn't your imagination that I sometimes tend to have more Reggeaton and Lingala but less of salsa.
- Zumba instructors worry about the same embarrassing things you do – for instant, if the sweat has made me look like I've pee’d my pants, or for the ladies, make-up dripping down in form of sweat and wiping mascara off their face.
- Zumba instructors tend to work in more than one place. Besides Veva Centre, I have about 3 other places I train- Norfolk, Laborex, PFaiser, random events such as weddings, bridal shower, birthdays etc. This explains why I sometimes look like I've been hit by a bus within the first 10 minutes of a workout.
- Zumba instructors have different ways that they use to try and make things fun. Some rely on a few songs with calls, some set up competitions between one side of the gym and another, some call up regulars to come up front. Me on the other side tend to use funny words like 'kata hiyo tumbo'( cut that stomach) , 'shake your organs' or 'stretch your appendix' all these in the hopes of making it a fun experience for you. Please don't correct my medical terms am not here to learn Biology.
- Zumba instructors can get hurt. With so many teaching everyday, and sometimes more than once a day, we are prone to the same overuse injuries you complain about. So please stop coming up with excuses as to why you can't jump high enough or throw your hands up in the air like you just don't care.
- Zumba instructors come from different backgrounds. Some are former aerobics trainer, others are from hip hop dance culture. There is a big difference between those with a cardio background versus dance background. The dance instructors’ moves tend to be less repetitive and sometimes lack as much definition. The cardio instructors’ moves can tend to be choppier on things like shimmys. Please don't tell me that you saw Tina Beardsley do a Bollywood/Shakira belly dance on You Tube and expect me to do that. I come from a church girl dance kinda background. (There is no right or wrong here.)
- Zumba instructors try to match their intensity level to the general fitness level of different clients. I always have modifications for those who need it and to ramp it up for those who want an even more intense workout. So if I decide to give you more intensity and leave out someone else, it does not mean I hate you and think you are fat. It is probably because the other person has asthma, back problem or low intensity tolerance than you. DON'T get offended.
THE PRODIGAL DAUGHTER
She couldn't take one more day
Home was more of prison now
Independence called out
She had to get it
Home was more of prison now
Independence called out
She had to get it
A fight was all she needed
To give her reason
She slammed the door with no goodbye
And knew that it was time
To give her reason
She slammed the door with no goodbye
And knew that it was time
Now she's driving too fast
She didn't care to glance behind
And through her tears she laughed
She didn't care to glance behind
And through her tears she laughed
It's time to kiss the past goodbye
"I'm finally on my own
Don't try to tell me NO
There's so much more for me
Just watch what I will be"
Don't try to tell me NO
There's so much more for me
Just watch what I will be"
She walked away
Couldn't say why she was leaving
She left all she had believed in
She walked away!
Couldn't say why she was leaving
She left all she had believed in
She walked away!
Not a day goes by
For the ones she's left behind
They're always asking, "Why?"
And thoughts of her consume their minds
For the ones she's left behind
They're always asking, "Why?"
And thoughts of her consume their minds
God please let her know
The love we tried to show
Would promise anything
If you'd just bring her home
The love we tried to show
Would promise anything
If you'd just bring her home
Tell her we love her
And tell her she's wanted
And one more thing God
Tell her please, come home
Please, come home
And tell her she's wanted
And one more thing God
Tell her please, come home
Please, come home
To all the hurting parents out there please pray for your prodigal daughters
Ask God to give you the Hope, Help and Encouragement you need while waiting for her...
It's never too late to Restore Everything Damaged (R.E.D)
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While the son was still a long way off
His father saw him, and felt compassion for him
And ran and embraced him and kissed him
"Let us celebrate for this child of mine was dead
And he has come back to life
He was lost and now he is found"
And they began to celebrate
Luke 15:20 and 24
His father saw him, and felt compassion for him
And ran and embraced him and kissed him
"Let us celebrate for this child of mine was dead
And he has come back to life
He was lost and now he is found"
And they began to celebrate
Luke 15:20 and 24
Hilarious! On phone with Police customer service
****Just for laughs
The Kenya Police have found a new and faster way of tackling crime. They are just a phone call after introducing the new customer service/ call centre.
Last night I called Kiambu police station to report a robbery.… next thing I heard was, "Welcome toKiambu CountyPolice Emergency Center.. for English press. 1, for Swahili press 2, for Kikuyu press 3
Then I pressed 1… another voice came up….For car accident press 1, for armed robbery press 2, for ADF please hang up….Then I pressed 2, another voice came up….If they’re with knives press 1, pistols press 2, AK 47 press 3, machine guns press 4, timed bomb press 5, all of the above press 6…
Then i checked and saw they were with all of them then I pressed 6… another voice came up saying…. why are you still on the phone? be wise and run for your life.
shocked at the response, I quickly hanged up and took a boda boda LOL
Last night I called Kiambu police station to report a robbery.… next thing I heard was, "Welcome toKiambu CountyPolice Emergency Center.. for English press. 1, for Swahili press 2, for Kikuyu press 3
Then I pressed 1… another voice came up….For car accident press 1, for armed robbery press 2, for ADF please hang up….Then I pressed 2, another voice came up….If they’re with knives press 1, pistols press 2, AK 47 press 3, machine guns press 4, timed bomb press 5, all of the above press 6…
Then i checked and saw they were with all of them then I pressed 6… another voice came up saying…. why are you still on the phone? be wise and run for your life.
shocked at the response, I quickly hanged up and took a boda boda LOL
Saturday, 24 August 2013
KIDS AND ALCOHOL DON'T MIX.
Underage Drinking In Kenya
On Friday Night I attended a party along Kiambu Road,at Ridgeways to be exact. I had been tormented via inbox by some girl who wanted me to attend her birthday party. I was going to flatly ignore it but she wouldn't relent...I didn't see why I should attend a stranger's party. Makes NO sense.
But being the little sweet terrorist she is,she managed to coerce me into falling for it. And,Boy,was it a party. For starters,the birthday girl was turning 16. And she is a Form 2 student at some funky,prestigious school in Nairobi...You know...those elite institutions...
The Bash was going down at THEIR home at Ridgeways...A really cosy,urbane,luscious and scintillating home...with chandelier lights dangling on the roof,sparkly walls,an top-notch home theater system and a warm,furry Persian carpet sweeping through the noblesse room...
I got there and sat at a corner,drink in hand...It must have been white wine,or whatever...the noise was ear-blasting,the food was and the general ambiance and mood was aristocratic...
It was a place filled with teenagers. And just a few older people. Like Me. I sat there,speechless,watching the madness unfold. One by one,the teenagers arrived...dressed for the red carpet and smelling like a bag of money...
I could see diamond-esque earrings dotting the ears of the girls,I could see the blinding chains they wore,the charade of bangles and the gorgeous,6 inch heels...they also wore skimpy tops which amply dishing out their tiny cleavages to the world...the skirts and pants were extremely short and tight too..It was a riot for sexual appeal...
Their tiny nails were assaulted with the darkest of red nail polish,their faces were a blanket of tasteful make-up and their Cleopatra lips were gorgeously adorned in a fatal touch of heavenly lipstick...
Man,and these were 16, 15,or 17...these were teenagers...some as young as 14.I watched them at a distance and totally lost it..Beer started flowing in...And the young teenage boys made a beeline for it..every young boy had a girl in his hand...It was like some hard rock Goth Party...somewhere in Malibu,California...
It was like a conglomeration of the children of Rock Stars,Movie luminaries and Drug barons...
Pardon Me. But I didn't quite understand it..
The Music was PURE ROCK. And they even had hired a professional DJ to sweep the night away.
These kids were dancing and smoking and TWERKING and gyrating and cavorting and swirling and twirling like a bunch of crazed sexual gymnasts.
And a group of 6 girls were at a corner...smoking Shisha or whatever..and looking high as 62 planes...
I asked one of them how old she was. She said 15. I asked her where her parents were,she said "Home.." I asked her,"Do they know EXACTLY where You are!?" She said, "No..." And laughed. "I lied..." she added...
But before I could ask another question,her drunk boyfriend of two hours stumbled over to where we were and whisked her away...giving me a mean,raw look...
It baffled me how a group of around 50 teenagers could be holed up in their pal's house and turn it into a Sin Den,complete with Shisha-smoking,hard music,cigarettes and alcohol and sexual escapades...Under the blanket of the darkness,Under the guise of a birthday party...
Honestly,I would hate my DAUGHTER to have been there.
And I am MORE PROUD f my Dad now. My really strict Dad who made sure we went through the toughest MOST boring life ever!
We never hang out,had friends over,went for sleepovers or parties or nothing. It was a cold,boring childhood.
I hated Him then...But I understand Now...
But we didn't miss a thing. I didn't miss a thing. Or break a bone. I am still fine,still good,going strong and still here.
To My future Kids,
I don't care whether You will hate me or Love Me,BUT ONE THING is for sure;
I wont let You go anywhere anytime.
I MUST KNOW where You are at any given time.
I WONT take cheap lies from You.
I wont be blackmailed or sweet-talked into letting You engage in mischief.
I will PUNISH You thoroughly whenever You are wrong.
I WILL demand an Explanation FOR Anything and Everything You Do.
And I WILL stock every step of Your Childhood.
Hate me or Love Me.
It will be a Home of Rules.
Tough Rules,Baby.
You may HATE Me then,But am sure that,Just Like Myself,You will Understand later....
But being the little sweet terrorist she is,she managed to coerce me into falling for it. And,Boy,was it a party. For starters,the birthday girl was turning 16. And she is a Form 2 student at some funky,prestigious school in Nairobi...You know...those elite institutions...
The Bash was going down at THEIR home at Ridgeways...A really cosy,urbane,luscious and scintillating home...with chandelier lights dangling on the roof,sparkly walls,an top-notch home theater system and a warm,furry Persian carpet sweeping through the noblesse room...
I got there and sat at a corner,drink in hand...It must have been white wine,or whatever...the noise was ear-blasting,the food was and the general ambiance and mood was aristocratic...
It was a place filled with teenagers. And just a few older people. Like Me. I sat there,speechless,watching the madness unfold. One by one,the teenagers arrived...dressed for the red carpet and smelling like a bag of money...
I could see diamond-esque earrings dotting the ears of the girls,I could see the blinding chains they wore,the charade of bangles and the gorgeous,6 inch heels...they also wore skimpy tops which amply dishing out their tiny cleavages to the world...the skirts and pants were extremely short and tight too..It was a riot for sexual appeal...
Their tiny nails were assaulted with the darkest of red nail polish,their faces were a blanket of tasteful make-up and their Cleopatra lips were gorgeously adorned in a fatal touch of heavenly lipstick...
Man,and these were 16, 15,or 17...these were teenagers...some as young as 14.I watched them at a distance and totally lost it..Beer started flowing in...And the young teenage boys made a beeline for it..every young boy had a girl in his hand...It was like some hard rock Goth Party...somewhere in Malibu,California...
It was like a conglomeration of the children of Rock Stars,Movie luminaries and Drug barons...
Pardon Me. But I didn't quite understand it..
The Music was PURE ROCK. And they even had hired a professional DJ to sweep the night away.
These kids were dancing and smoking and TWERKING and gyrating and cavorting and swirling and twirling like a bunch of crazed sexual gymnasts.
And a group of 6 girls were at a corner...smoking Shisha or whatever..and looking high as 62 planes...
I asked one of them how old she was. She said 15. I asked her where her parents were,she said "Home.." I asked her,"Do they know EXACTLY where You are!?" She said, "No..." And laughed. "I lied..." she added...
But before I could ask another question,her drunk boyfriend of two hours stumbled over to where we were and whisked her away...giving me a mean,raw look...
It baffled me how a group of around 50 teenagers could be holed up in their pal's house and turn it into a Sin Den,complete with Shisha-smoking,hard music,cigarettes and alcohol and sexual escapades...Under the blanket of the darkness,Under the guise of a birthday party...
Honestly,I would hate my DAUGHTER to have been there.
And I am MORE PROUD f my Dad now. My really strict Dad who made sure we went through the toughest MOST boring life ever!
We never hang out,had friends over,went for sleepovers or parties or nothing. It was a cold,boring childhood.
I hated Him then...But I understand Now...
But we didn't miss a thing. I didn't miss a thing. Or break a bone. I am still fine,still good,going strong and still here.
To My future Kids,
I don't care whether You will hate me or Love Me,BUT ONE THING is for sure;
I wont let You go anywhere anytime.
I MUST KNOW where You are at any given time.
I WONT take cheap lies from You.
I wont be blackmailed or sweet-talked into letting You engage in mischief.
I will PUNISH You thoroughly whenever You are wrong.
I WILL demand an Explanation FOR Anything and Everything You Do.
And I WILL stock every step of Your Childhood.
Hate me or Love Me.
It will be a Home of Rules.
Tough Rules,Baby.
You may HATE Me then,But am sure that,Just Like Myself,You will Understand later....
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