DEAR FUTURE, BRIGHTER AND ACCOMPLISHED SELF,
Hey girl, it’s crazy I don’t even know how to address you. Should I call you “you” or should I call you “myself?” I guess now you’re old enough to know for sure that the first two bites of a guava taste better than the rest. I’m still struggling with that fact.
Anyway, I don’t have any advice to give you that you don’t possibly know by now. I’ll just remind you of where you came from and a few things that you might have forgotten.
I’m assuming that you’re body looks great and so you should thank me for giving you greens when you cried for meat, for giving you water instead of soda and for making you walk to college everyday instead of boarding one of those cool ass Telaviv rides (Okay, that was not intentional. I was broke). Lemme ask you though, do you still wear boxers?
I don’t know what’s going on in your life right now but I hope it got better. I hope you still read your bible, treat people with kindness, dance like your life depends on it, I hope you’ve accomplished a lot, I hope you’re happy and I most certainly hope that you do not look back on your years and wonder where they’ve gone. All in all, I want you to know that I am proud of you; I stand by whatever you do and even if you’re not who I imagine as I write this, I embrace you because you are me and you rock!
Here’s what I want you to always remember; when you were 7 years old, mama send you to the shop with two hundred Kenyan shillings but you lost it along the way. You knew she’d beat the hell out of you so you hid in the forest, afraid to go home, till one of your neighbors saw you and dragged you home. At that time, a loaf of bread used to cost ksh11. Now you can imagine how much ksh 200 meant then. When you told mama what had happened, her face changed all of a sudden and asked you to move closer.
You were scared but since you could not out run her, you reluctantly obeyed. She held one of your tiny hands (I can’t remember which hand it was. Daah, I wasn’t born yesterday) and said, “Toto, I punish you because I want you to be responsible and tough in future. Not because I value anything more than you. As you proceed with your life, things will not always be easy. Some people may not like you; you’ll be forced to make tough decisions, you may make mistakes, you may lose even more than two hundred shillings, but I want you to know one thing; no matter what happens, always come home. I may not be there but home will always protect you, need you and accept you.”
Mama’s words grow deeper as I progress with life and at my age the above tells me that home may not necessarily be a house. So far I comfortably find my home in the lord whose love is sufficient for all of us and in my friends and family who accept me, love me and support me. So dear future self, I can’t wait to hear what those words mean to you considering the fact that you’re older and definitely wiser.
Until then, be bold in the decisions you make, never be afraid to make a splash, apologize more, serve the Lord, knock those doors until they open; but if they don’t, look through your phone screen. You’ll see a gorgeous girl. Smile at her and assure her that all is well because SHE CAN ALWAYS GO HOME.
Your Younger, Hotter and Sexier Self