Hello Wild Ones🌺🌺🌺
I hope you are well and doing great things. My prayer is that you are taking good care of yourself and loving yourself right. I am currently full of hope and peace.
Before I even got the chance to peer into the mirror to inspect my beauty, a boy named Kevin Irungu wrote me my first love letter about how smart I was and how much he was in love with me. The love letter was in terrible handwriting, but who am I to talk? Kevin and I were always being thrown out of class together to practice good writing. We would sit outside talking about random things instead of exercising because I saw no reason to practice since I was always in position one in my class despite my lousy handwriting. I guess that experience made him think I was the Bonnie to his Clyde, so he decided to shoot his shot. I remember my small figure running to him with the letter and giving a whole lecture about how inappropriate he had been. I would later create an entire campaign always to remind him that I was out of his league. Everyone in the class took the chance to tell him not to touch anything that belonged to me or every time he came anywhere near me (Kevin if you ever read this I am sorry you had to spend the rest of the school year remembering I rejected you) but to be fair; I thought that him saying “I love you” to me would make me pregnant. Well I would love to keep talking Kevin, my point is before I even I started to wonder if I was beautiful or not, I had been called smart so many times that it was part of my identity. Very many “Kevins” came by, I even dated some of them unknowingly (I should have a novel called “The boyfriends I was never girlfriend to), but they all had an interest in me because I was smart. So yeah, before I was the pretty girl with small lips and brown eyes, I was the smart girl who will help you understand calculus, and I have always preferred calculus girl over pretty girl. Okay, now, I think I will go look up Kevin Irungu on Facebook. Who knows I might be sending y’all cards title “Kevin weds Jackie” mid this decade. You all know what they are saying about us nineties kids this decade!!! We are graduating to wives and husbands, mothers, and parents!!! Okay, now I gotta go!!!
With love and wit,
Jackline Wanjira Njagi