I remember once buying her flowers for Valentine’s Day, bravely walking through this Nairobi, only for her to hurl them back at me, saying that the least she expected from me was a weekend trip to the Maasai Mara. Somehow, our relationship seemed to revolve around her with my opinion never counting even in as matters simple as what we were to order from Steers in our dates. I slowly became resentful and found myself not enjoying moments with Sifa and looking forward to moments on my own. As I mentioned before, the relationship had become draining. Slowly, I found myself morphing, slowly transforming into someone I could barely recognize in a bid to make Sifa happy. Thing is I reached tipping point when my career suddenly shot upwards. Sifa became aloof and cold towards me, it was as if I could not grow or change if I was to make Sifa happy. I was meant to stagnate and remain where I was.
Sifa: I remember all so well. Because of my low self esteem it had began taking a toll in our relationship making it what experts would describe as a Toxic Relationship. This unhealthy part of our relationship I can only blame on myself. I had neglected myself, my personal appearance was deteriorating by the day. At work, my career was plummeting because I had began to rebel against authority and was not following through projects that I had committed to. I had lost touch with myself and was not aware of my feelings and had no opinion to call my own on several matters. Because of my perceived failures, I took pleasure in belittling Baraka.
(As Kwambie continues on some lively banter with The Wapenzis over copious amounts of green tea)