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Upon Leaving Mombasa
Upon Leaving Mombasa
Upon Leaving Mombasa
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Nairobi, Kenya
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My own poverty is not romantic and I am terrified that I will not find a means of escape. I cannot find any part of my inner being acquiescing to this standard of life and certainly when I am
not anesthetized by that kind of delusional love that you can only maintain in your 20s. So.I
was not happy by the standards of my accommodation during this first visit. But kept my peace
because he must be very very brave to make such a move with someone he clearly does not
know very well, more especially with someone who he can see clearly lives a very middle class
lifestyle.
Anyway, I was ready to turn round on the spot and to tell him outright that this relationship
cannot work because of the economic disparity between us. I suddenly felt totally OK about
going back to settle into a long term of celibate, solitary living. End of dreams, full stop!
What stopped me was that, although I am appalled by his frugality and poor living conditions, I
cannot yet find fault with his character or his personality. He is a sober, sweet, gentleman, kind,
thoughtful and extremely loving. I could not bear to humiliate him and since I can now clearly
see why he has remained single all these years....which upwardly mobile city woman wants to
live the village life again?..........I did not want to add to his long list of what I can only imagine
were fairly abrupt, maybe brutal rejections, like the one I was rehearsing in my mind.
So I drew breath and just sent a horrified text to my sister. She said, well, since the man has
bought his own land and is building we should not disdain him, especially since we do not even
have our own homes. Secondly, since he is well travelled and educated and exposed in other
ways I should also reconsider my view of his apparent poverty now. Thirdly, she said maybe
it's an opportunity to base our relationship on a strong foundation, where I can be his support
now that he so clearly needs me. Finally (and this is the only thing that actually trickled down
from my head to my heart), that I should just think of it as a challenging camping trip, tell him I
have a work thing that is forcing me to come home early. Which is what I did. But told him we
must come back to Nairobi on Saturday morning, since I have to go to church on Sunday, you
have to book the bus tickets a day in advanceso I was stuck there on Friday).
He reluctantly agreed but now decided to come with me on a reciprocal visit to Nairobi for a
week to follow-up on business and spend more time together. Well, I was just happy to know I
would be leaving soon and decided to just grit my teeth and survive two nights in his shack,
focus on the fact that he turned out to me a really passionate and more than decent lover.
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and night and shuffling through the bustling dusty tuk tuks, motorbikes and overcrowded matatus. Like Accra, going home in the dark, markets lit by lamplight, selling everything......our poor
dark African city lives where slums are sandwiched in between upscale apartments. I did not
long to be insulated in my air conditioned car etc...this part I loved, but realized that the non
negotiable for me is a clean neat home, with as much beauty as I can have, even if I have to
live in one room, it has to be fairly decent. I can sacrifice much else for just that.
So....despite all the lovely orgasms and the gracious beauty of the man in the midst of next to
nothing.......I could not be charmed. My inner child is fairly appalled and I have some serious
making up to do to be at peace with her again. My saboteur has set up her own radio channel
in my head....broadcasting day and night, on why being alone forever is totally preferable to
managing with this man, living on the edge of subsistence. I know in my mind I should calculate his collective assets before I write him off as poor, but the over-riding take home image for
me is that he is prepared to live like a slum dweller, not acceptable to me even for a day.
CHANGING INTERIORS
All this has triggered a long stream of inner reflections which challenge my sense of my self. I
am this person supposedly committed to a life that empowers disadvantaged communities
worldwide. I claim to love the poor and hold passionately to projects which create wealth with
dignity for poor communities worldwide. This is part of my personal vision, mission value based
system of living that I describe to myself all the time. Just last week I told my friends about how
pleased I was with myself, for being so good so stable, so Zenlike water. Well, I am so
grateful to God for challenging this idolators edifice I was beginning to build for myself. Who do
I think I am? I am a child born in village to poor folks saved only by extraordinary opportunities which their education offered them. They were also just blessed to be at the right place at
the right time. This man that has been introduced into my life however, was fairly middle class
by Kenyan standards, his father was an architect who worked for a large international company all his life. In many ways I am really pleased that he can live like this because now I know
that I can take him to the village in Nigeria to visit some of my own relatives, those who still live
in mud shacks, people I love and respect deeply, but who can only be seen if you are able to
look beyond their material possessions and the basic conditions that define rural life in Africa.
I think I can love this manbut really not yet. First, I have to secure my income base and be
sure that I can maintain the life I have built for myself and my children, without his help. Now I
wonder whether part of the enduring attraction with Mutua is that he is a Made man? He has
consolidated his wealth and exudes that assurance of a man of financial worth. And yet that is
what repels me too, because he thinks of everything in terms his power to possess it and cannot build a relationship which requires compromise and shared vulnerabilities. What is wrong
with me that I do not shun and disdain a man who is closely associated with demonic and dark
forces? Have I been ensnared completely by the love of money and the Pride of Life?
I dont know what it isbut clearly there is a lot of interior work still to be done before I can
build a life with John or any other man for that matter.
Sincerely yours,
Jenna XXX
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