Ruto and Jubilee remind me of my EX
The cold war in Jubilee between the Deputy President William Ruto and the President reminds me of my relationship with my ex. The woman that I loved with my body, soul, and mind to the extent of committing idolatry had suddenly turned against me. The future that we once had was now being threatened by an unseen enemy. The promises we made to ourselves and the gods were now becoming mere stories that were said to pass time. The good old memories were now turning into bitter nostalgia that left me sad, desolate, and depressed.
The story of my ex. I was young and naïve when I met this gorgeous lady that stole my heart faster than a Kenyan stealing a WhatsApp status. It was love at first sight, and the feeling was mutual. I had met my Juliet, and here I was her Romeo. We fell in love instantly, and for the first time, I felt a strange feeling running through my petite body from head to toe through smooth endoplasmic reticulum and mitochondria to the appendix, almost knocking me down. I was overwhelmed. I was in love, and it felt good.
It took a few months of the good feeling and living on top of the world until I woke up one day, and things were not the same. The woman I loved with my life had changed. She was no longer the woman I knew. It happened so instant that I couldn't figure out what had happened. The once open and straightforward woman was now behaving like a roundabout. It felt terrible. What felt like the best feeling was now proving otherwise? The whole thing was painful. Painful to accept that it was happening, but yes, it was happening. The most painful part is left to read signs on my own without explanation. I saw the world crumbling down on me. It felt like 12th April 2020, where Dr. Owuor had prophesized the end of the world. I wished it was true.
I had to seek advice from friends and family. I received varied advice, but I was to choose the best. Some of my friends advised me to give it a fight. They said good things are worth fighting for. That I should fight from within, others asked me to quit and move on. The first decision was the easiest, yet the hardest. I was scared of being heartbroken. The idea of living without her made my world meaningless. I didn't know how I would delete all those memories and start off afresh. I would rather suffer and cry but with hopes. Hopes that she would change. Hopes that life will be good again. Hope that she would love me again. The second option was the hardest, to quit. This was proving harder than Raila being the president of Kenya. Yet it was the best thing to do. To move on. "Move on to where and with who?" I asked myself. This lady was my only source of happiness, and leaving her meant something else. My life was getting upside down. I was not ready for that.
As a man in love, I chose to fight and fight like a man. Good things are worth fighting for. Was she a good thing and worth fighting for? The big question. I had to strategize on giving myself short-lived happiness. I could go to my friends and lie to them how we had made up, and everything was fine. My friends congratulated me on being such a good fighter. They would praise me all over on social media. I could openly deny claims that we were fighting when actually I knew not even Dr. Owuor's prayers would save my already sunk relationship. I remember one day tweeting that I and my babe UK were in good terms. I even tagged her, and obviously, she ignored. I remember my friend Kuria had to change his Facebook profile to mine just to show the world that I was the man. Yule mse. My other friends Korir, Sudi, Murkomen, and Gladys would even write to press about our relationship and how we survived the storms to become a force again.
Time has passed, and looking back, I learnt a lot. My biggest lesson being fake happiness doesn't last. It doesn't matter how long you hide, the truth shall always surface. I lived in denial for months but that didn't make anything better. I had to eventually quit. It has been years now and I'm a happy soul. I learned from mistakes and am glad I did. I came to learn that our relationship was destroyed by a certain 76-year-old billionaire sponsor from Bondo who promised her good life. Bread, blue band and lifelong initiatives (BBI). However, I don't regret it, but one thing makes me sad. I took too long to make a decision—the decision to quit the toxic relationship and start again. My Uncle William knows better.