easy fm breakfast show is on the rise after a ride down the ratings when munene nyaga and ngatia left. sports newscaster bernard otieno didn’t do the show justice and talia tried. my 0.02$.
she initiated a discussion on why women snoop when they are left at jamaas homes. she admitted herself having snooped and found more than she bargained for and so did other calling listeners.
i had thought the problem is a reserve of certain persona non grata who are forever banned from setting foot in my place unaccompanied. this followed my discovery that whenever i left such persons alone in my place they had an uncontrollable curiosity to go through my stuff.
“you told me you were done with
“why should i not, she is part of my past and we didn’t murder each other”, i answered back.
then something hit my mars brain hard.
“how did you know i still have them?” i inquisitively asked the venutian.
cunningly, she boomeranged the guilt on me.
“you still love her, you do not love me!”, she said amid sobs.
what logic! but it worked; calmed me down and love had to be affirmed.
“it’s not like that. you do know that i love and cherish you and no one has ever or will ever take your place in my heart” i assured and defended myself.
“really?”, she sought my genuine confirmation.
“yeah”, surely there can be no better answer to that.
i continued to justify retaining my x-file photos., “besides i think it’s a high school thing to poke on an ex’s eyes in a still photograph or cut them out in a group photo or burn them”
“then return them or else …” she said firmly and slyly while stroking my chest with her index finger.
before i could respond she walked away to the kitchen, a winner smile splashed over her pretty hideous face “where is the pizza you went to buy, i am feeling soo hungry”. i could not follow up on the evil of snooping. i felt like adam after swallowing the forbidden fruit from eve’s tender hands; cornered, won over and naked.