Lydia and Alan talked a lot over the phone during the summer. They didn't necessarily talk every day, but when they did talk, it was at least two hours. During Lydia's first mwaka of high school, she ended up having the first class of the siku with Alan. The class was Computer Applications. The class was a joke. The teacher didn't really teach anything. The only reason he wasn't fired is he was the girls' mpira wa kikapu coach. Lydia had a saying for those situations: "Those who can't teach are coaches. Those who can't teach au coach become principals." Still, she enjoyed Alan's company. In December, Alan did not onyesha up for three days. Lydia was concerned he might have the flu. She called to make sure he was okay. His mother said, "He's sleeping right now. He just had surgery. He had to have the shunt in his head replaced." Lydia later learned that the purpose of this shunt was to relieve pressure on the brain. This was part of Alan's birth defects, unfortunately. She was glad to know he was okay, but she felt lonely. She was really happy when he returned. In March of the same school year, Lydia became very sick. A CT scan revealed that she had appendicitis. She had surgery. She had to stay at the hospital overnight, because the surgery was done at 8:00 at night. When Lydia returned nyumbani the following evening, Alan called to make sure she was okay. She explained what happened. He said, "I'll get off of here and let wewe rest." She made a full recovery, and all was well the rest of the school year. Lydia even turned sixteen over the summer.
To be continued.....
To be continued.....
Hello, everyone. BingoPB here, au Kayla, as most of wewe know me. I know wewe were expecting a poem. Don't worry. There will be plenty of poems in the future. I have been inspired to write a shabiki fiction based on my relationship with Aston, my former boyfriend, and my dreams about Paul. Of course, there will be differences, because the story will be based on those things. The characters will have different names. I could have talked about this in messages, but it's easier to address everyone at once here. I am not sure what the title will be. I would appreciate some suggestions in the maoni below. wewe can also tell me your opinions on this idea. Also, feel free to tell me what name wewe would like for the character based on you. I will start working on it once I have a title.
I remember the good times we had.
zaidi than that, I remember,
The inner scar wewe gave me.
wewe left me to blame myself.
But I'm not at fault.
In the five years we were together,
I was nothing but patient with you.
If wewe were done with me,
wewe could've just alisema so.
I believe I made a mistake,
When I alisema I'd be your girlfriend.
wewe were my best friend,
And we ruined it with romance,
All because we wanted to fit in.
How could we have been so ignorant?
I know we made peace.
I'm glad we're Marafiki now,
But that will never erase the scar,
The inner scar only I can see.
Someday I'll upendo someone else,
And he will erase my scar.
Only then will it fade away.
zaidi than that, I remember,
The inner scar wewe gave me.
wewe left me to blame myself.
But I'm not at fault.
In the five years we were together,
I was nothing but patient with you.
If wewe were done with me,
wewe could've just alisema so.
I believe I made a mistake,
When I alisema I'd be your girlfriend.
wewe were my best friend,
And we ruined it with romance,
All because we wanted to fit in.
How could we have been so ignorant?
I know we made peace.
I'm glad we're Marafiki now,
But that will never erase the scar,
The inner scar only I can see.
Someday I'll upendo someone else,
And he will erase my scar.
Only then will it fade away.
I had a dream one night.
I was leaving work to go home.
It was unusually cold for October.
I slipped on a patch of ice,
And fell in the parking lot.
There was no one with me,
Except my puppy, Snapper.
"I think I've broken my leg,"
I alisema to my puppy.
He let out a couple of barks,
That said, "Come on, Kayla! Get up!"
I managed to get to my feet.
snapper, changu and I made it home.
I heard a knock on my door.
I looked through the peephole.
It was Paul. I let him in.
He noticed my limp, and he asked,
"Are wewe all right, my love?"
I said, "I hurt my leg. I'll be fine."
He insisted that I rest.
I said, "But snapper, changu needs to go out."
He said, "I'll take him out."
Afterwards, Paul got me everything I needed.
He helped me tremendously.
My leg healed quickly,
And all was well again.
I was leaving work to go home.
It was unusually cold for October.
I slipped on a patch of ice,
And fell in the parking lot.
There was no one with me,
Except my puppy, Snapper.
"I think I've broken my leg,"
I alisema to my puppy.
He let out a couple of barks,
That said, "Come on, Kayla! Get up!"
I managed to get to my feet.
snapper, changu and I made it home.
I heard a knock on my door.
I looked through the peephole.
It was Paul. I let him in.
He noticed my limp, and he asked,
"Are wewe all right, my love?"
I said, "I hurt my leg. I'll be fine."
He insisted that I rest.
I said, "But snapper, changu needs to go out."
He said, "I'll take him out."
Afterwards, Paul got me everything I needed.
He helped me tremendously.
My leg healed quickly,
And all was well again.
A part of me died,
The siku wewe left the world.
wewe had a cold nose,
And a very warm heart.
wewe were the best gift,
That anyone could receive.
I loved wewe zaidi than anything,
And wewe loved me just the same.
wewe didn't mind, even though wewe knew,
That I was the fool on the hill.
We used to sit under the shade,
Of the mighty maple.
Now I find myself sitting alone.
I hear the lonely cries,
Of the Mourning Dove.
wewe and I, we used to hear the song,
The Tufted Titmouse sang about drinking tea.
I still hear that song, do wewe still hear it?
Thunderstorms don't have the same appeal,
Without wewe ringing the doorbell.
wewe were afraid of thunderstorms.
Tell me, are wewe still afraid?
Farewell, Birthday Gift karanga Butter,
Until we meet again.
To the best dog in the world and my best friend
March 17, 2004-May 7, 2018
The siku wewe left the world.
wewe had a cold nose,
And a very warm heart.
wewe were the best gift,
That anyone could receive.
I loved wewe zaidi than anything,
And wewe loved me just the same.
wewe didn't mind, even though wewe knew,
That I was the fool on the hill.
We used to sit under the shade,
Of the mighty maple.
Now I find myself sitting alone.
I hear the lonely cries,
Of the Mourning Dove.
wewe and I, we used to hear the song,
The Tufted Titmouse sang about drinking tea.
I still hear that song, do wewe still hear it?
Thunderstorms don't have the same appeal,
Without wewe ringing the doorbell.
wewe were afraid of thunderstorms.
Tell me, are wewe still afraid?
Farewell, Birthday Gift karanga Butter,
Until we meet again.
To the best dog in the world and my best friend
March 17, 2004-May 7, 2018