Years back, I hated everyone working at Makongeni police station in Jogoo road. I didn’t know them but I hated them with all that I had. I even vowed never to step in that police station because I concluded everyone working there was evil. All this hatred was fueled by my ex who was an officer there and left me after I had started shopping for the house that we were to move in and make a family.
I got in a serious relationship with another police officer from Makongeni police station when I was working as a maid for mama Njeri.
We happened to share a table at a restaurant in the CBD and after a bit of chitchat, he requested for my phone number. We hit it off immediately.
Onyi was nice, a very humble gentleman. He had plans of joining the NIS and I prayed for this dream to pass. Since I was in love, I saw him as a very intelligent and loyal man and the government was supposed to grant him a good position.
I love luxury so I have the habit of buying everything good for myself if my man can’t buy it. We all know most men don’t recognize good home items, so it has always been my duty to buy good things for my homes.
I swear the number of utensils I’ve bought in Nairobi for my exes are enough to open a cafe. I don’t understand why my mind always directs me to buy nice kitchen items immediately I suspect I’m in love.
This officer used to hang out with his brother a lot in Umoja so I thought it wise for him to get a place in Umoja where we could meet. He agreed to the idea. We decided that we would get a new place in two months time.
Madam used to give me my offs on Saturday after washing the lunch dishes until Sunday night. Such afternoons would find me somewhere in the market looking for pleasant things for Onyi’s new house. I didn’t want to get to an empty house and since Onyi was to pay for the house, I forced him to let me get the required items to start life.
Madam used to pay me extremely well so I got charming things. A curtain for 3500, expensive utensils at wholesale prices, very nice duvets with matching bedsheets, 13KG gas cylinder with a table top cooker etc. It was a common occurrence for me to go back to work carrying my new things for Onyi’s house. I wanted to surprise him when he moved out so I kept everything in my room and the store.
Madam disliked my idea and she discouraged me from spending a lot of money buying classy things for Onyi. I never listened because I thought she didn’t know what love is. Big boss discouraged me too but I dismissed him as well.
When it was two days left for Onyi to pay for a new house, he dumped me. Onyi told me he wasn’t ready to move out and he was insecure about me and my job because he felt that I would leave him for a richer man in the hood. Actually he had stupid excuses.
I pleaded with him to take me back. I even told him that I would help him in partially paying for the house if he felt that I was giving him too much pressure.
When my pleas fell on deaf ears, I started praying for his downfall at midnight. I prayed that something would happen and he would be dismissed so he would become homeless and come back to me. My prayers were never answered. I pleaded God to take him to Mandera so he would get stressed and think about me and take me back. My prayers were never answered. I prayed for him to get any crisis so people would abandon him and he would come back to me. My prayers were never answered.
Since I didn’t have a solution on him coming back, I resorted to hating his colleagues too and wishing them bad. After all, birds of the same feathers…I would pray that it would rain a lot and the roof of Makongeni police station would fall off, it never happened. I prayed for them to have a flat tire in the middle of a storm, it never happened. I prayed for all of them to have diarrhea on a public holiday when they’re busy, it never happened. I resorted to throwing random small curses at everyone working at Makongeni police station. I even questioned if those people employed there know what their duties are apart from breaking people’s hearts.
It was only after he dumped me that I noticed that he was ugly and he had huge eyes. I even noticed he wasn’t intelligent as I thought. The government doesn’t even deserve his services.
One day at 430AM, I told him that NIS would never recruit him because he would get instructions after five days since it takes a long time for a message to be relayed from his ears to his brain due to the circumference of his head. He blocked me on this day.
I had to sell everything I got for Onyi to my friends.
Does writing a man three paragraphs at 430AM telling him that he has big eyes and a big head label one as toxic? Just three paragraphs of telling a man that I’m grateful I didn’t get pregnant because my children would have big heads full of mashilingi(ringworms) with big eyes like him? Small small texts at 4AM to remind someone that you’ll bewitch them is toxic?
