I had no idea an article I wrote to inform people I had ataxia would cause interest my blog has never been privy to.
Most of the hullabaloo was made by Kenyans who knew me. Everyone kept on saying I was brave and courageous.
What the hell did people mean? I always speak my truth so I had no idea why my diagnosis was a big deal to anyone.
Plus just because I chose to be positive and happy smiley does not mean I don’t have bad ataxia days. Just because Janet Kanini Ikua shared her diagnosis and kept smiling to the very end does not mean she did not have really dark days.
Last Friday my Kenyan girlfriend wrote me. She said I was courageous. I was like, “What does that even mean?”
Then she goes on to say,
”I have never told anyone for 3 years but I was diagnosed with high blood pressure. No one but my immediate family knows.”
You mean all this time you had a contagious disease and did not tell me?
Oh no, it is high blood pressure.
I was even having a bad day.
Until my friend (I was sworn to secrecy in case all her friends disown her for her leprosy, I mean high blood pressure) confessed her dark secret.
BWA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.
I fell down laughing. People in Kenya must think I am an alien from outer space.
I have always been strange in Kenya. People castigate me all the time.
“Just pick any man off the streets; don’t you know you are expired goods?”
I find them very weird. I went to visit in late 2015 and was just observing everything.
The traffic in Nairobi.
Coz everyone has a car now.
They were making fun of my phone. My Iphone4 could not work in Kenya so I bought a really cheap phone to last me 6 weeks.
And people were up in arms.
My friend Grace here in Malmo told me the same thing happened to her when they saw her cracked phone.
“This is not the phone you use in Sweden, is it?”
“I had lunch with a rich man worth millions.”
So did you strike a business deal?
“No, I mean this guy has my number.”
Like the rich man graced the poor one with his presence.
Their most puzzling behavior has to be how they treat pastors.
Men of God.
God told me to tell you to give me all your money and you will get a helicopter next week.
And they do it.
Anything to get a helicopter in a week without blood, sweat and tears.
They don’t question “God told me.” That person is anointed.
Well we are all anointed.
Everyone is a Christian in Kenya but they do not take the time to know who God is. That is too long and tedious. They rather worship people they can see in the flesh.
I could go on till kingdom come.
According to folktale our family is cursed.
I however question everything.
The ultimate, numero uno pinnacle of success for a woman is getting married.
For sure now, that will never happen.
I am old, stubborn, plus now I am cursed. And I have announced it to everyone.
Well you know what, God says He who finds a good wife finds a good thing and receives favor from the Lord.
Because we are tight I know that. I’ve always known that. I am a gift. With ataxia et all. I have never made it easy for any man and I will not start now.
I am not cursed. You will see how “cursed” I am soon.
But you guys are funny though.
Could you please confess your diseases to your friends?
Simple colds, headaches, etc.
There is no shame in revealing a sickness. It is not about you. Your disclosure may help very many people.