I’m only 23 and my love life is nothing short of a badly scripted Nigerian movie.
In hindsight, Georges was a mistake; I was young and naïve but I felt loved. Georges gave some street cred; walking with him down the street made me the envy of many neighborhood girls.
Georges was one of these “light skin” dudes and in Kahawa West, light skin fetched a lot of money!!
Without taking anything from him, Georges was my first boyfriend, but not my first love. That unfortunate title would belong to another.

Light-skin Georges
I was still in High School when Georges was making the news, after High school, I met Charles.
I asked Charles to be my boyfriend. Ladies, I did not die, (I wish I had) but this is on my all-time list of poor decisions made.
I should have doubted the man he was when he said YES, but I was head over heels and I ignored it.

Charles was a “Cheetah!!”
Charles turned out to be a two timing dirt bag and just like that, I was on Hurt Avenue again.
I cried, and coincidentally did a lot of laundry; washing made me busy and took my mind off the tears.
The exit of one bad decision led to another,ladies and gentlemen, I present Ekay.
Ekay is the main actor in this badly scripted Nigerian movie.
Ekay used me so well that I liked it, I actually loved it. I would say he responsibly used me.
For five months, I was a good insurance policy for him in case things did not work out with the girlfriend.
Georges was a flat character in a bad cartoon series, Charles was like a poorly done 2D animation film from India but Ekay, Ekay was my first love.
Georges was puppy love, Charles was a necessary evil but Ekay was my first love and apparently, my only love given I have been unsuccessful since him.
I adored that guy; he was the smartest guy in the room.
He was thoughtful, caring, brotherly, present and he filled that void of approval I missed from my dad.
Now that I’m wiser, Ekay is nothing more than those insignificant Chinese characters that die at the start of every Jackie Chan movie.
Life with Ekay turned out to be one prolonged lie spanning months. By the time I was catching on to his lies, I was neck deep in the love triangle.
For some reason, I chose to stay with him even after knowing his heart was elsewhere.
By the time I gathered enough courage to leave him, the damage had been done.
There’s calm after a storm and eventually every heart finds love.
Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce MK.
This guy is amazing; he is funny, very funny. He cares about me, checks up on me and does all he can to see me happy and comfortable.
He is what I desired all my Ex’s to be. He loves me, he not only says it, he shows it every day.
He has most of the qualities I look for in a partner, but I feel nothing for him, and as sorry as I may be about that, I still feel nothing.
That seem to be the irony of love, that we give less attention to those who genuinely love us but sell ourselves short to those who don’t.
If I met Georges, I would say hi to him as a courtesy extended to a fellow Kenyan.
If I met Charles, why would I even want to meet Charles?
If I met Ekay, I would give him a new copy of my book titled, “NOTHING.”
At 23, there have been two cheaters and a ghost; do I still believe in love?
I picture myself to be among the millions of women in Kenya today who though optimistic about Love, ultimately find themselves involved with characters who make Love seem like a distant dream.
What’s your story?











