HOME?? AWAY FROM HOME??

Its been an interesting one month. I left my home town for another town, a very new place with no relatives. Only people I knew were a few school mates who came to the place. Who does that, better yet which parent allows that? My parents must have been crazy, people may think but for me its a moment of bliss as my parents are courageous enough to let me go. I had a different outlook before I embarked on my journey. I thought it would be fun fun fun and more fun. I was right! I have always had a liking for adventure, as long as i have a place to sleep and money i can wake up, pack my bags and leave have the least care in the world. Apart from that I have grown and become a mature young lady who makes her own decisions and I loved it. I chose what to wear, eat, what time to arrive home, and weirdly i have been so responsible, very proud of myself. I thought i would starve myself as i would be too lazy to cook, but thats not the case, i get home in the evening, take a shower and prepare myself a scrumptious meal and I am the best host for my visitors as i leave them satisfied. I enjoy being in my own place, n oh I have a roommate. Being with one has made me know why next time am going to get my OWN place. I left home in such a hurry on the 9th of June as i was late, i tend to that a lot. Juggling all my wants at once. Its my little secret why i was late. When I got to the bus stop it was 11, my journey was to be 5 hours. I was stuck in traffic for an hour but after that it was a smooth, fast ride. Arrived at 5 p.m in a new town, new people, new everything. One thing i must have bypassed is that it was a cold town. The first week was so cold and the second but after that yeeii summertime with a cool breeze.

When i left I had my life all planed out and it was amazing... The first week i was to visit Kericho unfortunately it bounced and so plan B was on, dancing with the girls at club 411 and it was a wonderful night. Second week I left for a sleep over from Thursday to Sunday, it was a drunk weekend. The highlight was that we were featured on the prime time news. Luckily only those who had seen us that day were able to spot us, a narrow escape. For the first time I drank wine and got drunk. The third week I left for Kisumu City. I had never been there and when an opportunity strikes make very good use of it, which i did. I went to see a friend who in fact was a very good host. I didn't want to come back. I spent the whole weekend there and on my last day i got a chance to go and view the one and only Lake Victoria. I also long lost friends who I was with in high school. Fourth week, I went to Naxvegas to have the 'whats happens in Vegas stays in Vegas experience'. Our journey started out at 7 p.m and ended at 10 p.m. Our host well let me leave that for later. We went to Rafiki's ask around its the JOINT. Thirty minutes had not passed when old man started hitting on me, eeew, but that was part of the experience. When our hosts arrived they were 'frozen',a common phrase to Kenyans', and it being a new place and their house being where we would spend for the weekend then we had to leave. It was so unfair, we told ourselves. When we left it had to take a 'tuk tuk' from town to a very far place. It was a very bumpy ride. When we got there we knew it would be a very long weekend, talk of HOSTS FROM HELL. That was my experience,saying it as it was. Looking back, that was the worst weekend ever. The people we relied on were lame. Thinking of it now, maybe, for the great moments to really count there must be bad moments too. Fifth week I was home alone and the thieves were on alert. They raided our place but fortunately not my house but the neighbors'. I was so afraid that I did not even get out my bed to try and see if it was my house. Soon after I was dead asleep only to wake at 7;30 am. The ordeal was over and thats when it came to me that, 'what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger'. Another memorable week it was in my new home. Now thats my splendid 5 weeks. xoxo

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