The Burning Bum

Happy Mothers day to all mums and mums to be

I have had this story in my head the whole week. Tried writing it even, but I stopped in the middle. I have had one of those weeks. Whats the feeling you get after two consecutive awesome weekends and just don’t want to accept its all over? Hangover? I was sober though, so nostalgia? I don’t know. Lil man turned 1, in a big way. Exactly the way I had pictured it. I can finally tick that off ,my “to-do” list. Yeaaay!! Glory to God. Many thanks to the main man, and all who came over. My cousin Grace found herself a good man. Good enough to bring the goats to us. That was yet another eventful weekend. TGIF il spend this one adjusting my mind back to the norm. The norm already started coming to me though J. We went shoe shopping last week. When I say we, I mean with my gal, the usual gal. The one and only. There was a shoe sale at Clarks and Sketchers. I love shoe shopping, this particular one made me want to ask for a pay rise in the mall hahaha is it legal?!! Like, “ you know if I earned 20% higher than what I do, I think id grab that second pair” J. It will never be that easy, a girl can wish.The struggle is real, but then again, this is clacks baibe!! Talking of shoes, I tortured a pair of my blue heels on Tuesday as well as my feet. Well not me directly, it was just a bad evening. A crazy traffic snarl caused me to walk home. Almost two kilometers from the house I think, but  probably not. I read somewhere that one is born with the maths gene. I gave the hugest grin....i know what gene i do not have now!! So lets just play safe and say, it was just a long distance.  It was raining and wed stopped for almost an hour. Walking was the only option. We were many, and we  chit chat to make it shorter. As usual, I made a friend. This time a matatu driver, he narrated about the blast, we hoped for the peace.   On reaching home, no lights, on our floor. The rain has messed up some connection. This translates to a cold shower the next day, no TV today and I could not even think of a cold night shower so that was off the list. Ooooh ironing, am sort of happy I wont have to. As I choose what well suits a blackout by being crease free, I carefully place the candle on a convenient place. I did not notice how close it was to the clothes on the hangers. Or I did, and was too tired to do the math about the danger. A little diversion, fire must be haunting me. Shidwe!! So on the birth day, the active girl in me was on a row. I was “all over” (as main man puts it). So I bend to attend to some stew in front of me not noticing that my cousin Grace had put a jiko right behind me. I feel the temperature behind me rise, we crack a joke about me burning my bum as I bent with the jiko blaring behind me. We had not even laughed about it before I felt my behind get hot !! I had a fiery behind!! Had the visitors arrived while this was happening, id have very unwillingly and effortlessly stolen the show. I ran all over shouting and trying to pat my now very hot behind. Grace poured loads of water on me. Luckily, only the clothes caught fire. This boy has a bright and hot future ahead. I still keep the lesso that went up in flames. Alongside, i keep the memories of the echos of laughter that filed the kitchen after the brief show. Back ironing, nothing burnt!! I only had a cold shower and a candle lit smell the next day.