It’s some minutes past midnight and my phone rings. I had not slept yet but I let it go. I wanted to know how serious the caller was. It was deep into the night and to me, such calls must really be urgent. Bad manners. Right?
So I pick my phone from under my pillow (I know it’s wrong to keep it there but I have done it for 9 years). I don’t bother to check who the caller was. I open my Facebook app. It’s election time in Kenya and everyone is talking about the presidential elections, clearly ignoring every other elective post. I bump into a post by a friend I know too well. A christian friend. He is addressing a specific audience, I think. Before I am halfway reading it, my phone rings again. This time it’s in my hands and the caller name pops up. It’s someone I know. Someone I know too well.
I get skeptical about answering the call. But I decide to answer, anyway.
No morning greetings. No salutations. Its a man on the other line and his voice sounds weird. He is mad. Extremely mad at me. It took me time to understand his anger. We have no strings attached, he is just a friend. He was all over me, screaming, ranting. I couldn’t apprehend his problem. So I chose silence.
Five minutes into the call, he quotes a post I had done on my Facebook wall, earlier in the day…….
“To my intended audience, this election was so personal to me. Especially as concerns the presidency. I don’t have to tell you what happened. You are well informed. Simply STOP doing me the accept and move on crapish messages. There ain’t anything to move on from. We don’t have to be the sacrificial lambs every now and again. Let me and my cohorts be! Please!
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I didn’t utter a word throughout the call. I chose silence. I have, with time, learnt to have people have their way, especially when I have better things to think about. My mind was actually wandering throughout the call. I didn’t accord it any importance, it didn’t deserve anyway. So my friend thought he was a hero. To him, he had managed to silence the noisy me. I get enough of it and hang up.
This informs my post today. Who am I?
I am controversial, especially where politics is concerned. And not just politics, but politics that touch on Raila Odinga. My President. I am a strong woman. I venture into places where most women dread. I am a Christian. A Christian who doesn’t believe in hypocrisy, the kind of hypocrisy that makes most “Christians” think that being involved in politics and condemning some political evils makes you less a Christian. I am a go-getter, nothing/nobody stops me from getting what I believe in. I work for it and ensure I get it.
In me are two faces, depending on the mood and circumstances. I react to situations differently. I am unpredictable, an art that I have learnt to use, especially on the people I think don’t deserve to know me. I am outgoing, I doubt I have to defend this. Everyone knows.
To my dear readers. We are back. Now that you have a clue of who you are dealing with, you know what to expect from this blog. I hope we will walk this journey together. Side by side. For those who will choose to go ahead of me, in your footsteps I promise to follow.