Dearest Diary,
Didn't I tell you that I would prove it to you?So quit haranguing me for something was beyond my control.
How beyond my control?The type of questions you ask me!
Hormones okay! And I was tired. Do you know how hard I have been slaving, so I can have this week off with my family?
Yes, I also plan to do some fieldwork. Read about it. It's called multitasking. I can't just sit around and do nothing. My mind has to work and yes, my mouth, my eyes and my legs as well.
At least, I am not totally blowing them off and anyway, I'll still do it wether you like it or not. It's sad really. Especially since I expected you to support me, but all you've done perorating me, condemning me when my only crime is abhorring the dismal sound, of a jiggled empty piggy bank.
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"Attara, how are you? The last time I saw you, you were very small." My auntie Teresa, whom I was yet to meet greets me, while she and my mother hover behind our seats.
"Hi auntie Teresa," I say turning to extend my hand in greeting.
"Ūnu niwe mūrūme wake?" My auntie asks turning to address my mother in their vernacular.
"Nīwe tūkwenda amūgūra, īndī mwarī gakūīūmia kīongo."
They continue to gossip right under our noses and Caleb raises his eyebrows suggestively at me.
"Nīkī na būrīa arī muthaka?" my auntie says taking a seat on the extra chair a waiter has brought her.
"Būu gūkamūria ūrī weū, nūntū anatwi tūtīkūmwerewa." she replys and my auntie nods in understanding.
"Troy," my mother says finally noticing Troy's puzzled expression. "This is Teresa, my big sister."
Troy smiles as if they were not making him feel uncormfortable just a moment ago and stretches out his hand to greet my auntie.
"Troy White. I am Briella's dad." he says, alluding proudly to his daughter who is seated cormfortably in his lap.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Troy." my auntie replys smiling back at him. "How do you find Kenya so far?" she adds, taking a menu from one of our waiters.
"It's fine and a lot cooler than home."
My auntie nods before turning to my mum.
"Kwani Grace, Shea na Marie wameenda wapi?" she asks changing from English to Swahili. She is not being rude. Mixing languages is something most Kenyans are fond of.
"Loo." Caleb replies flippantly and my aunt shakes her head in laughter.
"Hao wasichana na kujipodoa!" she exclaims, launching into another vernacular conversation about the ways of our generation, with my mum.
"What will you have?" I ask, turning to Troy and pointing at the menu before us. It is mostly Kienyeji food, so I am sure that he will need my help with it.
"What is Matumbo?" he asks, pointing the Arial bold letters printed on the laminated sheet of paper.
"Fried animal intestines. Most sheep's, goat's or cattle's." I reply and he scrunches his nose in disgust.
"What? They make great Matoke and casings for Mūtura."
"I am not so sure I want to eat that especially when I am travelling. Let me stick to something familiar, like the Pilau and beef stew?"
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Black Coffee (Tara's Dream)|Dearest Diary, - Book 1 (unedited)
RomanceDark and Beautiful, Feisty and full of the talent. Attara is one such girl in pursuit of her own dreams. She dreams of writing, of business ventures, of money until a man comes along and wrecks everything. Troy White is every woman's dream, if your...
