I want, the finer things in life. Haha, who doesn’t?
I want, the soft life. Maisha Nyororoooo. I want to live a comfortable life, in a cozy warm place, nothing too extravagant. A home with warm yellow lights, and cute coffee mugs for moments when my creative self needs motivation, a home with cozy pillows (preferably in blue, I don’t know why), and snuggly throws. I’ll probably ask my friend, Cindy, (heyy girl) to help me with my interior design, she’s creative. Like me. Two creatives. Oh wow. Bliss.
I want, that hot summer bodd. Hahaaa. Alaro is helping me with that. My coach.
I want, to be wealthy. To know what it feels like to have money, real money, in the bank. Not the Mpesa balance I have currently (haiezi kuwa ata frequency ya radio station. Tufff). Rich because, I want to know what wealthy people feel, and how they think. I hear they have special lotion in their cars. Like how does that feel? I’m intrigued, my God.
But most importantly, I want to be in a position where, I am able to help my friends, A position where, ‘oh ukona shida you need this, sawa in one minute”. One phone call and they’re sorted.
Sometimes I tell my sister, Vile mimi niliteseka pia wewe teseka ujue maisha. But I know when I’m wealthy, that girl isn’t lacking a thing. I want to be wealthy. I see my cousins struggling, and the inability to do anything for them pains me. It pains me a lot.
I want, a genuine circle of friends. Friends who have my back, as I do theirs. Friends to grow with, invest with, make money with, and laugh with. I want to see their businesses grow, I want to see them win.
Friends who’ll teach me, link me with new people, and then tell me “now go fish on your own”.
I don’t drink, I hope they’ll want to do “Jacky’s first drink” with me. Friends to love God with. Roadtrips and all. I want, to smile at the sunset with them, to cry in the rain with them. Take amazing photos with, pray with, workout with, hi Julie. I want that.
I want, to be influential, and resourceful. I had a dream when I was young. I wanted people to know me, and know that I exist. I wanted to, be seen on billboards and on TV. I still want that. I still want my mama to jump in the house like kau ni kairitu gakwa (that’s my girl). I still know she’d cry. I still know she’d lock herself in her room, and pray till dawn. She does that, it moves me.
I want, love. To see the love I give, being given to me, without holding back. I want the man I love, to feel respected, uplifted, prayed for, and supported, by me. To feel he is the only man in my life because he really is. I want him to empower me, his woman, in so many ways. I have so many romantic ideas, that I want to surprise him with.
A love that’s a peace and a flame. I want that.
But before I can achieve all that. I am learning, in class, and in life. I am learning any and everything.
Especially managing my finances, and how to invest. I can’t be wealthy and stupid. I will lose everything buanaa. I am doing every job I find, small or big. The soft life is amazing, yes. But so is having your own money, and being your own bag!
It means giving more of myself. Giving myself to people who give me an opportunity to learn, Giving myself to God to be molded and sculpted by Him.
I am working on a lot. My anger issues, my indecisiveness, my body, my confidence, my mind, and my emotions. My etiquette pia, and my speech. Like rebranding myself all over again.
And when all is said and done. And when my creator decides, it is time.
I hope, my story will be an inspiration to people. I wouldn’t want people crying when my time is nigh, please, by all means, I was a happy soul, let that stay with you.
What do you want? Is there anything you’re doing to achieve that?
