marriage


Today is my 4th wedding anniversary , but we are going through a financially challenging time, so my husband and I both agreed not to spend any money on gifts for each other so I wasn't expecting anything special for today. To my surprise, when I came downstairs this morning, I found a bouquet of the most beautiful wild flowers that my husband had picked from a near by field at 6am. What a thoughtful and beautiful gift!

GENUINE AFFECTION


It’s about that time I usually bid my day a bye with a sigh of satisfaction escaping my closed lips. It doesn’t actually escape, it involuntarily sets itself free. The day has been long and tiring and trying to cope with Eve’s misdemeanor. She is the first of our species to find out that all that glitters are illegal or unworthy. The whole humanity now is painfully toiling in order to pluck the fruits and accord hunger a decent send off.

I slide my tired body, carefully, as if it hurt or afraid to disturb a nocturnal creature who had made a sojourn in my bed, inside my sheets. Relief greeted me, accompanied by a muted sigh as the mind went back to the parting day, assessing the successes and the pitfalls that came along. Lessons appeared triumphant.

The day is never a day-well-spent when you do not wish a dearly beloved a good night. I have had trouble many mornings preceding the nights I slept without bidding her a good night. I forget on purpose (ask any man) but the questions you get the morning after only allow her to make assumptions because I have never answered them satisfactorily. Now am thinking of her. She has brought the real meaning of living, the real feel of love. She genuinely adores me and I do more than her.

As a fumbled with the keys of my phone, trying to mix words, in a bid to come up with a deep poem for her, the phone rang. I smiled as I read ‘sweetheart’ as I had saved her. The ringtone helped increase the pace of my heartbeat. It was a song that drove her to the point of ecstasy, of course after me. So many times she rang me, often when I am trying to text her, or when am reaching for my phone to call her. Love brings forth pleasant coincidence, the kind that you want to happen every day.

I really love her. The joy of my life is to see her happy always. I don’t anything or anybody to harm her because I’m her soldier ready to fight every war that life pit against us. Distance though has robbed us the chance to show the affection eye to eye, hold each other close and our breathes being swallowed by our silent whispers heard far away. She is the realest thing I hold with utmost care like a treasure.

I picked up the phone and her soft voice drove me to world that surpassed the abundance of the bliss heaven had on offer. She tickled me into frenzy with an unsettling sensation going through my body like a ripple. I wanted her there and then. If the urge would have enabled men to grow wings I would have been the first one after Daedalus and Icarus, from the tales we read while growing up.

I listened as she talked making her know I was paying attention. Silence sometimes prompts one to make an inquiry if they are speaking alone or otherwise. What’s more beautiful than being missed by somebody you love? What’s the most awesome thing in the world than being important to somebody and being treasured more than you do to your own self? It’s a feeling that transcends everything.

The lengthy talk is always brought to a denouement by good night wishes and the sweet dreams. The byes aren’t my cup of tea. I always conclude a conversation with a ‘take care’. I never know why but I always want her to great care not dream of nightmares.

As the sound of the phone hanging up came through, I was plunged into my own world. I stared at the text I was about to send; my sweetheart, you are a rare being in the world for showing me what it means to love and I will give you my genuine affection…….it sounds like a teenage love letter but that was the message I intended to pass her, plus a couple of hugs and kisses, toppling with I love you. I drifted off holding my phone.

I woke up in the morning to find everything deleted except GENUINE AFFECTION on the text. I smiled knowing there was more truth than those two words.

Friday, 21 February 2014

Woman Accuses Rachael Shebesh and a young man she lives with for snatching her four days old baby

A woman who was diagnosed with post-natal psychosis successfully sued Nairobi Women Representative Rachael Shebesh over illegally snatching  her child. The woman also revealed that the child’s father, Teejay Ashivende had also been ‘adopted’ by Shebesh as her ‘son’ though opinion is divided of the true nature of the relationship.
Shebesh and Ashivende took custody of Natasha Gachie’s new born baby boy immediately she gave birth in April last year and has since been living with the baby in Shebesh’s Riverside Drive house where the baby’s mother had been denied access.
The court heard that Shebesh took Natasha’s child four days after he was born at Nairobi Women Hospital. Natasha, whom Shebesh and Ashivende have denied access to the child went to court to compel the beastly two to allow her even breastfeed her baby.
Also sued alongside Shebesh and Ashivende is Shebesh’s husband, Frank Shebesh.
Nairobi Magistrate A.W Nyoike ordered Shebesh to return the baby to her rightful mother as the case proceeds on March 13.
Ashivende and Shebesh have in the past been rumoured to be in a cordially satisfying relationship with allegations that the two once squeezed everything out in Shebesh’s car. A security guard who went to check on what’s going on in the car received several slaps from Shebesh long before Shebesh herself was slapped by Governor Evans Kidero. The case is still pending in Court.
Other sources however say Ashivende is related to Shebesh through the husband Frank and that the legislator has lived with the  boy since he was a toddler. This means Ashivende sired the child while being fed and clothed by Shebesh. Messier than it is. Digression aside.
After diagnosis, doctors at the Nairobi Women Hospital advised Natasha to stay on at the hospital for treatment. She stayed there until April 26 and was transfered momentarily to Mariakani in South B where she was finally discharged on May 2.
It was while she was undergoing treatment that  Ashivende and Shebesh took her baby. After her discharge, she said she was only allowed limited access to breastfeed her baby but Ashivende ordered the security guards at his home to bar her from entering the gate. It took a court intervention to allow her access the baby for breastfeeding purposes.
“The plaintiff (Natasha) states that the 2nd defendant (Shebesh) has abused and misused her position of power and influence to earlier instruct the watchmen at her residence to deny the plaintiff access to her minor,” reads part of the pleadings.
Natasha wants her baby. She accuses Shebesh of neglecting him. All women deserve to have their children.
“He (the baby) is being subjected to ‘wanton suffering’ in the hands of another woman”, says Natasha.
Sweetly, Natasha has decided to leave Ashivende to satisfy Shebesh whom she wonders how the TNA women representative is living with two men at the same time.  Ashivende, one of the many city ‘celebs’ describes himself as a “marketer” with EABL though her ex-girlfriend says that without what he is getting from Shebesh, he is ‘a very irresponsible person who cannot take care of the child’.
This a messy custody case pitting one woman and her small child against two men and another woman who feeds the two men plus the child but has appetite for more, or so it seems. Shebesh being a public official and elected leader should not snatch another woman’s child, that we all agree on, aren’t we?

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LOVE POEMS

I COULD BUT LOVE YOU*

The days gone by hold memories

So much of all those nice stories

Stories of our lives thereafter

Punctuated by your sweet laughter



Walking, talking under the starlit sky

Smiling silently without knowing why

Silent though we got so much to say

Assured that tomorrow would be okay



I love you so much my sweetheart

Like the abundance of sand in a desert

So is my love for you, so real and true

I want to live forever just for you



In the horizon the sun's just turned red

And my tomorrow is but a dread

If by your own, you won't be there

I will die, there won't be any air



*THE AMAZING FEELING*

The buzz of the phone beckons you attention

It's the love of your life trying to reach you

Friends have gotten tired of their mention

Their presence in this world gets you through

Long and stressful days just as the nights

On dark nights they are the light



It's an amazing feeling to find true love

It carries you way beyond imaginable lands

Swifter than the carrier doves

Infinite but it can fit in your hands

The amazing feeling of true adoration

Surpasses everything worth admiration



*BEHIND YOUR EYES*

Sometimes am caught in a day dream

Dreaming of a dream I live everyday

It's been like this since I saw you

You beauty enslaved my imagination

The glitter in your eyes captured me



Every morning I wake up

It's your pretty face that's my alarm

Telling to rise up to see you

You are a true meaning of perfection

Forever I will be glad that are in my life



I wanna have your heart forever

Coz I've given you mine

Do the best with that you can

For you are so perfect

This love is the realest of al I've known



*I SEE ME IN YOUR EYES*

Like rose petals in the morning bloom

You sweep my feet off the ground

And I fly, fly like little bird making no sound

Am flying to get a kiss from you

Your embrace, the next best thing

After the gearless all night embrace

I see the meaning of life in your eyes

I see me and you skin to skin every night

I see life unfolding in your eyes

I see love-true love



*IMMUNE TO HEARTACHE *

I'm staring at the emptiness you absence accords me

It's like all those days when I could fantasies about you

My breath being taken away by what I could see

But your absence is forever, I hoped you were true



I didn't think there would be a day when I could ask you to stay

And that would be asking too much of your precious time

Now I struggle to go through my days trying to keep you at bay

Often I fail, every time, coz forgetting you feels inhumane- a crime



For once in my life I realized what it means to be in love

It means to wait for someone to break your heart while holding on

It means being immune to all things that fall from above

Coz that may hold you from going on straight from dawn