Black Coffee (Tara's Dream)|Dearest Diary, - Book 1 (unedited)

Take it like a Man,

Dearest diary,

Remember how I told you I loved my family and you didn't believe it?

Well, it's time for me to prove it, then we can settle that matter once and for all.

Yes, we have had a weird past and an even darker history but so does everyone. I on my part, I'm determined to move past that and enjoy my life regardless of what people say.

It's silly to continue being sad and depressed about something I can't change.

Like the wisemen said,
Yaliopita si ndwele, Tugange yajayo. Therefore, what's gone is gone. I'll plan for the future and pray that it sticks.

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After that History 101 class and the following heart wrenching stories, my cousins finally retire to auntie Teresa's home in Kiambu, for that's where Caleb is residing during his short visit to the country.

As expected my mum and Shea tag along and I am left to prepare and shop for our upcountry journey to grandma's rural home.

The journey is something we all agreed upon, unanimously, even, though my real motive is an ulterior one. I plan on taking David along and doing some field work as part of my research for the business plan.

"I was thinking," Troy says, drawing my mind from my deep thoughts.

He pauses before turning to haul a ten Kilogramme bag of Pishori rice into his Trolley

"Yea," I encourage him as I turn back to survey the packets of cereals that are on display on the next shelf.

"I was thinking of taking you on holiday."

"Holiday?" I respond skepticaly. "What Kind and when? And who do you mean when you say 'you'?" I add dropping several two Kilogramme bags of lentils, peas and green grams into the trolley.

"You and Bri."

"When?" I frown as I turn around to face him.

"We can always come back earlier than the rest. Maybe Friday, and then on Saturday morning we can take a flight down to Mombasa or a ride to Nakuru, whichever you like."

I turn back to the shelves still frowning and grab some more rice, still thinking through his words.

Because of this trip, Bri's party which was scheduled for Thursday, November the twenty third was cancelled though not completely. We'll still cook up a feast and there will be plenty of cake for everyone, only that the location will be upcountry and Bri will get to mingle with her cousins, my nieces and nephews.

"I think that sounds okay. Since Mum and Shea will drive back and forth with my auntie and cousins, I think it will work out well."

We continue shopping while discussing our plans, moving at a much faster rate, since Bri opted to ditch us for my mum and Shea and when we're through, Troy and I have several sacks of sugar and rice, bales of wheat and maize flour, cooking oil in a twenty litre jelly cans, various codiments and snacks, blankets, duvets, and several outfits including shoes for my aging grandmother.

"I guess we will buy the rest when we get there," I tell Troy as we watch the supermarket attendants load the stuff into Bridget's trunk. "Bridget can only carry so much."

"Bridget?" Troy turns to me with a smirk.

"Yes, Bridget. My car." I tell him with a frown.

"Hey, I did mean it offensively. It's a nice name. It's got a nice ring to it."