My heart, God bless it, is very beautiful. It behaves like that chaotic student who is always doing the wrong thing at the wrong time, hoping the rules changed overnight, then coming back to apologize because when everyone was screaming, “Don’t write that,” it still proceeded confidently. My heart notices all the red flags, all the warning signs, hears the tiny whisper saying “you’ll regret this,” and still does the opposite proudly.
People read my stories, shake their heads, and think they would have made better decisions than me. I’ll admit it… my heart ain’t the smartest. It has always opened doors marked “closed.” It has always texted back people it should have ignored. It has always poured kindness on people who didn’t deserve a drop of water. But I’m me. I’m the one who loves deeply. I’m the one who loves truly. I’m the one who turns pain into paragraphs, tears into something meaningful. I’m the one who isn’t scared of tomorrow.
I have lived my life tasting emotions — raw, unfiltered. I absorb everything my own way, in its natural form. My heart is busy experiencing; it doesn’t have time to take notes or store bad memories.
And this is how I successfully earned the title: Senior Chief Gossip.
Not the destructive kind of gossip — the one that injures someone. I am the curator of life’s little gossips. I observe the things others ignore. If I spend fifteen minutes in a supermarket, I’ll leave with a storyline, an observation, and a theory for follow-up. If I move from point A to point B, I might come back with a full biography.
Gossip, for me, is art. It is emotional interpretation. It is character study, not just words.
I see you moving a chair, that’s already a theory. “Did she move because of the sun, or because the man in blue was looking at her?” In the parking lot, I might see a breakup, and before I sleep, a whole essay is born from a ten-minute ordeal. I absorb details. Maybe this comes from my personality of loving people.
I love people in their natural self. In their chaos. In their frustrations. In their victories. I love humanity, not the perfect version people display online. My love pours. My love spills. My love is not selective.
I get disappointed by loving the wrong people. But still, you wrong me, I cry, I rise again, and I still love wholeheartedly. Love gives meaning to life. Love is the greatest gift of all. I can’t claim to love God yet hate my neighbor.
1 John 4:12 (NIV):
No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.
I don’t apologize for this. I have embraced myself. I believe love is not weakness. Loving the people around me is purpose, not stupidity. Love is power.
I learned that my title of Chief Gossip is not pettiness, it is attentiveness.
Some people were made to build tall fences. To calculate. To measure.
I was created to fill. To notice. To narrate.
And maybe… to write about it.
My name is Matete Irene and Chege loves me.