It started when I was 3. My older sister had made me a CD with Smooth Criminal on it though I never knew Michael sang the song. I would walk around the house talking about how someday I would meet the man who sang Smooth Criminal. My family thought it was cute but I was being serious. I wanted to so bad! It was my dream to meet him. Through the years I listened to that song everyday at every moment I could. Then came the siku my father gave me my first ipod. My sister put bila mpangilio songs on there and one of them was Thriller. I remember sitting on the kitanda just replaying the song over and over again thinking "This must be the man who sang Smooth Criminal. Its just too obvious". Finally came the June 25, 2009. I remember running into the jikoni to see if chajio, chakula cha jioni was ready and seeing my parents looking sadly at the television. As I looked, I realized someone great had died au else my mother wouldnt be so upset. Feeling curious I went into the office and snick onto the computer. I went to Youtube and looked him up then found Thriller and Smooth Criminal . . . . I had Lost my chance and I wouldnt get another. I was defeated kwa shame. I gave up on it and forgot about him for nearly 2 years. Then 2 months ago, I looked him up again, feeling that it was time I let it show. I fell in upendo with the muziki all over again and got on fanpop to jiunge the club. After time, things became less confusing and I understood his history. At school the inayofuata day, I came a full-blown Michael Jackson shabiki and that is when it became hell and heaven at the same time. People harrassed me everyday. They insulted him and kwa doing so they insulted me. Though I learned what utter torture Michael went through and found myself in the same situations on smaller scales. I understood him and still do. We both have rather abusive fathers, bad eating habits, and cant sleep most nights. Being a shabiki of him taught me to upendo though. He taught me that there is always hope and I shall never give up on it. He showed me my muse. He taught, showed me so much as he did to others. I'm ashamed of myself and might not ever forgive myself for missing my chance. This story . . . it haunts me. Nearly all of wewe know me as a faithful, sweet, caring, and to some, an amazing girl who values truth. But the real truth is, Michael made me this way.
Thank you, Michael.
