Rest in Eternal Peace Francina Sagawa!

Death may be as natural as birth, but you can never get used to it no matter how many times it strikes.

Today is the saddest day I've had in years. One of my best friends from Secondary school passed away last week. The sadness is overwhelming.

Here is to you Dear Frannie: I still believe the dead can see, hear and feel us wherever they go. I'm hoping they can read too...

There we were,
two terrified young girls at a new school,
The fear in us raw and palpable,
we couldn't fool no fool.
There we were,
trying our best to act cool,
When we in fact had no clue,
about the rules...

Panali kumenya ma 90,
panali wambale,
Panali khatcha,
panali maina onga nyawani, bongwe, udzu ndi ena otere...

It was cruel,
but still on our feet we stood.
Ma 90 tinamenya with pride,
plates we carried with our heads held high,
kukhatchidwa tinakhatchidwa, but the pain we swallowed.
Ma bongwe, ma nyawani, we responded to the terms with smiles on our young faces.
It was through the hardships that the bonds of our friendship were tightened.

Till Forever Frannie!

Smiley.

Ready to take over the galaxy!

Traitor!

You carry them for nine months, they give you the shittiest morning sickness, you see flames pushing them out... And when they're out, they make sure you never sleep again... Then a few years later, they lose a few teeth and tell you they no longer want to support Chelsea - your favourite football club... They want to go to Manchester United - all in the name of Wayne Rooney... EPIC BETRAYAL!


El clasico? Nah!!! El nino should be the term used to describe this battle that normally takes place between Real Madrid and Barcelona - World war 5! It took place at Wembley stadium last night. The two Spanish teams came face to face for the first leg of the European champions league semi-final. Mwazi wachucha, mafupa anali gwebedegwebede!
Barcelona (one of my friends calls this team a footie punishment)shone brighter with a 2-0 win than their opponents to their dismay.
I think when the two rivals meet again next week for the final leg wina wamoyo adzatisiya ndithu.

untitled.

I don't know what insults my eardrums more; hubby faking an Irish accent, or him singing?
Gosh, I said I do to an irritant! LOL.

XXX

I didn't watch that much football today. I hear Chelsea unleashed it's mojo against West Brom and won 3 -1. It makes me wonder why they couldn't play that impressively last tuesday at Old Trafford.

This is what I thought of today's matches:
*Manchester derby = rubbish.
*El clasico = rubbish
I can not seem to make up my mind which of the four teams I despise the most. Manchester United makes my heart sore with annoyance, Manchester City gives me suicidal thoughts, Real Madrid gives me an urge to go to the loo and Barcelona is just my nightmare. BIG DILEMMA!

Umoyo

Life is a grumpy goat, we all know.
Let us just ignore it and party...

Now I'm ready to talk...

Football is cruel!
Chelsea may have been booted out of the Champions league, but my love for the club hasn't at all altered. I'm still firmly behind my blue hunks. In defeat and in triumph, right?

Manchester United = #shupit
Wayne Rooney = #shupit

*Ancelott = #shupit for putting Drogba on the bench in the first half of the match.

Orama - his six year journey into life!

The boy turns six!


Happy sixth Birthday.


More teeth disappear.


First day at School. Four years old.
Three years old.
First days at play school.
First little brother
The most "gorgeousest" first kiss.
First moments with nana.
First birthday cake.
First teddy. He still has it.
The most prestigous first step!
First Christmas with mum.
First tooth.
Six months.
Three months old. With dear dad.
Five days old
His hospital card.
First bottle feed.
First day on earth.
Where it all began. Inside my womb.

And little Orama is born...

Exactly six years ago today, at 11:39pm, I made a mystical but painful transformation from a young woman to a mother. The journey in to motherhood hasn't been all cuteness and smoothness. There have been times when i've furiously questioned where the joy is in it all. But still, as hard as it is, I'd never change it for the universe!

*HAPPY BIRTHDAY ORAMA! I knew I was right in naming you Orama. You are indeed one precious gift!! Hope you get to read this when you add a few more years to the six you currently have.

I love you!

#onse osusukira mowa, lets party huge tomorrow!

"Mad I cannot be, sane I do not deign to be, neurotic I am." Every writer's motto!

Real Madrid vs Tottenham Hotspurs.

I've always said that when Chelsea FC "dies" one day, I'll support Hotspurs. There is something about the English club from North London, besides their unique style of play, that makes me feel alive. But this evening, Hotspurs unique style of play was savagely snatched away from them by that devilish spanish club from Madrid. It's bleak for Hotspurs. Real Madrid was unrelentless. They forcefully went in for the kill, and didn't look back. Hope they finish the second leg of the quarter finals with the same kind of boldness.
My soul bleeds for Tottenham Hotspurs. In football, a two - nil score is totally not acceptable, but forgivable. A four - nil score, now that's hugely unforgivable!

Tomorrow it's my Blue boyfriends against that club with lots of albino players.
Ok, enough of this figurative slush. Chelsea FC plays Manchester United tomorrow evening. There is bound to be a heart failure!