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Ndeto Feb 7, One morning when everybod had had breakfast and had gon to watch tv jst to find they had disappeared. so they went from house to house looking for their tv's until them came to my house. I did not open the door until the whole town was there. when I opened the door the whole town poured in. luckily the house was big enough. they started searching and searching until they came to the living room where my tv was and from then on I was paid hundred dollars a day. The End. Oh. My. Word. I am so sad for the poor lonely girl I was. Let me tell you, showing up to a new school in a new country with an accent, an Afro and major cultural differences was really a detriment to making friends. Funny enough, as I got older, being the kid from Kenya with the major cultural differences was a draw. Sure, when I was a kid, most folk thought my life in Africa looked very much like a National Geographic article with lots of naked tribes people, but it was a great starting point for a conversation. Even to this day, my background is something that sets me apart from the usual, something I'm not ashamed of, something I celebrate, but then - fitting in was all that mattered. And to fit in, you needed a TV. I can't tell you how many school projects I couldn't do because I didn't have a TV. Or conversations I couldn't take part in because I hadn't watched whatever it was last night. "What do you mean you haven't seen...???" was constantly shouted at me in horrific shrieks Friday or Monday mornings. I still have flashbacks to those days when I confess I haven't seen a single episode of 'Breaking Bad' or 'Game of Thrones' and someone starts to explain the plot of the latest episode. "What do you mean you haven't seen GOT?!?" I'm okay with it. Really, I am. Okay, really I still have Fear of Missing Out. I still can't walk past a TV without getting sucked into the content just in case it is something I'm quizzed about at the water/wine cooler later. But TV has sometimes been the best friend, the only friend I've had. I know that's sad but that was true. Thankfully, it's certainly not the case now. I mean, now I have friends. Really, I do. I also have TV for those times I just want to sit in my house with my passive TV "friends" who are looking for love or hunting for houses in foreign countries or beating up bad guys in ways that only Jason Stathum can. Imaginary friends who won't bug me and ask me if I wore clothes in Africa but will make me feel better about my life and my life choices. Oy - therapy session over. Here's another brilliant picture of a house. My show is on.
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