This might be short. Let’s see what spews out.
For decades (3, but look at me sounding like an ancient of days 😂) I’ve found myself defending who I am. In the great words of the guy who knows a guy that knows all the guys, Camillus Wambugu, “Stop explaining yourself.” As I proceed to lol I’ve noticed that after the end of a relationship, work or otherwise, I was left defending my character. It felt noble at the time, but now I realize most people need a villan in their story.
And I’m quite okay being yours.
Tonight I’ve seen, firsthand, the desecration of me, myself and I. I had some Ls to take, granted (something about mimicking a domestic worker) but there’s one thing I know about myself.
When I am wrong, I course correct. But when I’m right… Imagine you’re also right? We won’t argue. I am the villan? Aki pole. My sincere apologies. And may God grant you healing as He has to me for everyone I deemed to have wronged ( that typo brought Weiner 😂).
Imagine that’s all. You’re right.
And yes, the blog is back.