To all workaholics chill out it's Easter

The long Easter holiday is around the corner and this has reminded me of the days when I dreaded this long holiday. Not because I had nothing to do but because I was dating a workaholic. There is nothing as annoying as dating or getting married to a workaholic if you are not one.

It's even more annoying if the person decides to take you on 'holiday' and carries along his or her 'whole' office with her. I once dated a workaholic and ooooh God, that's the time I really needed to watch 'War Room' to calm my nerves.

I used to spend the better part of the year waiting for the Easter holidays because weekends to me were more like pre-Mondays because of that office he had in the house.

He would spend the better part of his Saturday in his office at his workplace and carry the following week's work home and try to finish it on Sunday. As if that was never enough, he would still stay late at work the whole week leaving me sitting in the house like one of his many wall hangings.

One time just before Easter, he called me from his Home office (yes, he would lock himself in the room and ring me in case he needed anything yet we were under the same roof! His reason? He was working and did not need any distractions.)

Where was I again? Yes, I was busy in the kitchen making his favourite meal - which he barely tasted - when he called me and broke the good news, we were going to Mombasa for the holidays! I did the happy dance in the kitchen! We were finally going to have some time alone walking hand in hand along the beach and lying on the sand at night counting the stars and imagining things.

You should have seen me the next day shopping for all the sun glasses, shorts and caps I could get my hands on. I was ready for the hot weather. D-day came and there we were, checking into a five star hotel at the South Coast late at night. I could not hide my joy!

Once we were settled in the room, I rushed to take a quick shower, my sexy lingerie spread neatly on the bed. I was singing in the shower and dancing as I shouted "My, sweety, sweety number One...Ngololo! Ngololo!" when suddenly there was a knock on the bathroom door. I quickly swung it open, soap all over my face. My eyes were shut and I heard him whisper.

Awuoo! The smile on my face grew wider as I moved closer to him ready to listen to his sweet nothings. I had not heard him clearly, so I stopped singing and signaled him using my index finger to whisper again in my ear only for him to move closer and say,

"Stop making noise, I am having a conference call." I did not realise how shocked I was until I found myself with me eyes wide open, soap flowing inside yet I could feel nothing! God, why me?

He did not even wait to hear my response, he walked out of the bathroom and shut the door behind him. I stood there perplexed wondering what sin my ancestors committed that brought this huge curse upon me. My Sweety Sweety Number One suddenly turned to "Mungu wangu, we wajua sababu, kwanini niyapitie haya"

To cut the long story short, by the time we were leaving the hotel, both of us were checking out from different rooms. Yes, he booked another room the next day claiming I was interfering with his work! We only met during meals and late at night when he joined me to sleep.

Then he would rise earlier than a village cock and report to his work station in the other room. I vowed never to date a workaholic. Not even if he was the only single man available on earth! Had we not parted ways, I am sure he would have turned me to a workaholic too. He had already made me his secretary at home.

Happy Easter all yee workaholics, please spend sometime with your families this time. They come first.