The “D”

If your mind did not immediately go to the gutter, please step outside, Elijah and his blazing chariot await.

I did not choose these words (The “D”), they were uttered by my son in reference to something said to him by his pal. This is how the conversation went.

Him: Mama do you know the “D”?

Record scratch

Me: What did you say?

Him: (looking amazed at my lack of knowledge) The “Deeeee”, do you know the “Deeee”?

Me: (Unable to hide my shock and with a quivering voice) What are you talking about?

Him: You know *Kim said his dad is the “D” and insisted that he is the “D”

Me: (exhibiting slight relief and having resumed breathing) What is the D?

Him: Mama! The “D” is the devil!

Me: (Thawing with relief) Oooooh! The Devil! Why is Kim calling his dad the devil?

Him: I don’t know, but he said that is what they call him.

Me: Who is they?

Him: Everyone in their house I guess. I tried telling him the devil is not his dad but he said he was.

Me: Kim must have not understood what he heard, but tell him the devil is biblical and not living in their house.

Him: (scratching his chin…as if he has a beard) Kim puzzles me.

And just like that, the conversation was over.

Which made me very aware of the conversations we have as adults assuming that the children are not soaking up everything we say. *Kim now goes around calling his father the devil, he obviously picked this up from someone, who was not aware or does not care that these words will be repeated before an audience that can not be controlled.

Little ears, innocence, shaping world views from our own homes.

Good people, let us be more careful and conscious of what we are saying in-front of our little ones. It is easier to hold your tongue, than to try undo damaged.

 

*Kim, not the little boys real name.

 

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My birthday

I usually do not care for birthdays, not even mine.

But this year round, I feel older, significantly older.

I have been put through the wringer, but I am still here! In this space, the place I presently occupy in spirit and in truth, I have come to appreciate that I choose not to give a fudge about anything that even remotely irritates. I am embracing the “walk away” approach, and possibly cuss under my breath, but I will waddle away.

Things I am over: Bad debt

Am I the only one who gets amazed at people who refuse to render payment for goods or services rendered? As in why do you need to be REPEATEDLY reminded to settle your dues? Apart from being an irredeemable ass wipe, why would you do that?

Anyone who owes me, I have blessed you with my money. It will not buy you decency or anything between your ears, but you can try.

I am sooooo into: KC!

Where has this drink been all my life? All of it!

I was introduced to it by a good pal of mine, and I have not looked back. How is it that it has absolutely NO hungover! NOOOOONE!

Good bye team whiskey, I will miss you dear Rum.

I am riding this KC wave ( Kenya Cane for those who have not had their morning coffee) like a woman possessed.

It might not be 4 o’clock anywhere on earth, but I do not care. Cheers mates!

 

 

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