Mind your own hair (or try dying)

My contract ends tomorrow. I'm a bit dis interested about whether they'll retain me or not. I love this job and all, would give anything to stay but there's nothing I can do today to change the verdict. I shall be weighed, measured and NOT found wanting (I hope). Besides, change excites me, at least for the first day or 2.

In the mean time, I'm getting 'serious' calls from unbelievable relations;

Her: " Rosette, I've decided that we should cut off your dreadlocks"

ME: 'what?'

Her: "Yah, I 've seen a new style for us"

Me: 'Seriously? '

Seriously! Where do people get the nerve. Meanwhile, I wasn't allowed to snigger into the phone coz she was at her most serious. No playing. So we are not talking till "I've thought seriously about it". I guess am going to be a mute were some people are concerned.

I'm in suspended disbelief and I aim to forget we had this conversation. I'm upset at her and the entire business. Not sure why. Maybe its coz I don't sit around contemplating what I think my siblings should do with their hair.Seriously.I'm even getting a tummy ache and early frown lines. Bet it's her fault!

NB: It occurs to me she means well but I'm pissed anyway.

From the hills of Mt. Elgon to Bujumbura

Geez, getting into my blog is as irritating as a bit of Kikati that won't come out. Anyway,, Everything I said about boyfriends, marriage and elopment, I take back. I want in. It's not a boring existance after all. It's a grand epic! Twists, turns, intrigue... and ..cut my tongue off....romance. There I said it. Will take some getting used to but I'll learn to stomach it.

I went for my brother's intro yesterday and left changed. It ought to wear off any minute now but while it lasts, ama preach about love and what not. Uhm-uhm (clearance of throat). Love is a good feeling, man kind gotta keep it flowing... I know, not very original but man, yesterday was a tear jerker; I'm sitting there in the Bako tent looking pleasant but unattainable, you know how we do.

Happy to be abit bored, not understanding a word of the Kirundi flowing between tents, generally minding my own business, when Nicole walks in. Man, radiance has a name. Her name. and then David goes to meet her and her brother mock- blocks him. They have a ka easy tete a tete and he lets him come closer. Nicky began to cry!!!! If that wasn't the sweetest thing. And then they sat together wa wa wa.

Next point of contention came when he got down on one knee in a spontaneous move that no one saw coming, and asked her to marry him. Water works once again. This time I joined in coz it was getting out of hand. Really sweet. And the night before, when I saw the wedding rings and her engagement ring, yeah, they got me, those silly bands of metal!

So... after all is said and done... How does one go about having all that without actually going into it. Do I do a run- away bride immediately after the ceremony or what?

PS: To my utter horror, my greatest fear is NOT failure, it's worse, much worse.