Thursday, 25 July 2013


So I was in a movie shop and when I asked for The Temptation, I was laughed and scorned at like Jesus. The guy selling actually refused to sell me the movie saying it’s not good and I should only watch it if I want to get back to an ex for some p***y. One dude told me it’s not worth watching because a lady gets beaten so badly. And when I finally went back to buy it no matter what, some typical Nairobi girls said in unison that “yeeeeaaahhhhh, it’s a girls movieJ”. Well, I got the movie last night either way, watched it just now and I think it’s a very good movie. I didn't see anything like what I was told but I think I know why it’s hated by those that do. It has a very good story, it’s
 educational and it’s real. Not like what Hollywood does, this is more like a Holy Wood Film. As in Cross instead of gross.

Anyhow, Nairobi girls won’t love it because it strips them naked of their gold digging, easy life loving, wise counsel ignoring veils, and it shows the shame, the guilt and the lifelong consequences of careless life most of them are living. But that’s human nature. 

The Nairobi dudes don’t like it because it shows just how their good looks and money could be deceiving and concealing the filth that they really are inside. They don’t want to lose the ego. But that too, is human nature.

Otherwise, it’s a movie that any mother and unpretentious person would love…just like me:p
I must congratulate Tyler Perry (I always thought he was a woman until recently
) for the great edutaining movie. It reminded me of my short past so I decided to share it below.

The story you are about to read has no moral. It’s written simply for the relief of the writer. The story is however true, as remembered by the author.

When I was in my early teenage, I was an active kid. I belonged to a theatre group and had some sort of a relationship with a girl in the group. We used to meet in the theatre and have very short conversations without other kids noticing. At night I would borrow my dad’s Motorola C35 and send her sweet nothings, sometimes I would steal it as he caught forty winks after watching the evening news. We weren't official by the way; just in my head she liked me as I liked her.
I was the theater club secretary and with time, I introduced my friends from our estate. It was during school holidays. One of my friends happened to be the darling of the girls, in fact he got himself one of the finest girls in the club too so I never thought he would have anything to do with my girl. One day, we had a dress rehearsal at The National Theatre and it went until late. No, it was the main day and we were staging the play. As kids, having the whole theatre for us for hours was really exciting. At one moment as we gave the care takers a hard time keeping us grounded and well behaved, power went.

The juvenile excitement shot up so high it turned into naughtiness. As I stormed into every dark room looking for some action, I found my chic with my friend in one of the dressing rooms. Being me with such a nice personality since my reformation, I left the room without much talk. I was heartbroken. I was angry and regretful for introducing this guy to the club. The next day because we lived in the same hood, I decided to question my friend what they were doing in the dark with my girl. I don’t even remember what he said because what happened next was so crazy I forgot what had preceded it. My friend told my girl that I had questioned him and she called me, not to defend herself, but to warn me to keep off my friend!

It’s obvious, I was hurt even though we were never official and I never was sure that they did anything in that room, but the fact is that she preferred my friend to me. I even knew, this dude used to dress better than me back then and he once beat me in a New Years Eve dancing competition. That night, he got more money and all the girls when I took home a few five shilling notes and the humiliation of a loser.

Soon after that, I met my first love…we went out for the longest time. None of my other relationships has gone longer than that and we broke up on a cathedral balcony. I don’t like talking about that one. First loves stay forever.

A few years later when in high school, I had a girlfriend. This was official and we exchanged those letters. Holidays and midterm breaks were spent along a cathedral corridors holding hands and planning for the day we would break our virginities. I would pretend to be her cousin to visit her in school. After a while, I had met another girl that went to the same school as my girlfriend, actually classmates. How I met her, again I don’t remember because what she did at the end made me forget about how I had met her. But she seemed hotter and we had more in common. She liked music and was an amazing art student just like me. My girlfriend on the other hand was good in sciences and was very natural, didn't care much about weight and those girlie things, but that was then. Right I only wish I saw this far.

Anyway, I started ignoring my girlfriend and one day during visitation at their school, she asked me to make a choice and I chose the other girl. I was shocked when she just stood and left, no tears, no slap no goodbye. She just went.

And that moment, hell welcomed me with wide open arms. I got up and started the search for my new beau. She played hide and seek until we got flushed out of the school compound because visitation time was up.

We would exchange letters and she did everything right. She sent an envelope with a drawing of P-Square, they were a big deal then and the next time she drew Converse Chucks on the envelope. Yeah those have been my favorite for like forever, though I never owned a pair then until two years later. These letters were lovely packaged but inside was doom and hells fury. She would complain that I never told her the real me, that I wrote to her like I lived in heaven where everything was always fine. So I replied and told her about my family break up and how I missed my mum…in the reply, she said I was a dimwit and a sissy for complaining about ordinary life issues and missing my mom. I replied with a resignation. I didn't date again until after high school.

I thank God I haven’t got HIV or any real bad stories to tell out of my dating past. Thanks for reading…now share…thanks for sharing J
The Jerk.