Basically, I've met her severally. She's an OK lady. Not the CM type. But very stubborn and she does what she feels is right for her.
Here's an interesting article she wrote on her blog...
My Letter To RichardBY ASUNTA WAGURAI have decided to write this letter to my Richard because it is almost confirmed that we cannot part. We have tried to.
Sometimes we even take what you would call commercial breaks and we swear at the point of parting that it is final. But we soon start to text one another. Before we know it, we are back together again and, needless to say, the cycle is repeated.
“Don’t start those text messages of yours,” I warned Richard the last time we parted ways. “I won’t reply.”
“It’s you who starts the texting,” he retorted, adding that we need a third party to tell us the truth about who starts looking for the other.
But the point of this letter is to tell Richard that there are areas I want him to improve and to work on to make our living together a more enjoyable experience.
Richard, when you arrive home, please don’t throw your socks all over the place. Place them together in a designated place where they can be picked up for cleaning.
My love, there are some phone manners that almost send me packing — if only I had somewhere to pack and go to. It really drives me nuts when you receive calls and you feel the need to go out to answer them.
My sixth sense tells me that these calls are from women who are up to no good. Know that I peruse your phone more often than you think and the fact that you have not saved these calls under particular contacts makes me even more suspicious.
Please note that I will not be obliged to get up to open the door for you when you come home late. Henceforth, carry your own key. Richard, you know where the food is and where to warm it. So, just do it yourself and stop waking me up.
After you are done, place all the dirty utensils in the sink. Do not leave them on the table. And kindly remember to leave the table and seat covers the way you found them — neat.
May I suggest that you sleep with your mouth shut. For heaven’s sake love, do something about the snoring because it makes me feel like I want separate bedrooms. You snore like you do not have a care in the world. This takes a lot of my time, wondering who in the neighbourhood is listening and what their take is.
Please place each item where you found it in the bathroom. For instance, do not place the toothbrush on the table because it is supposed to be in the sink glass.
I would prefer that you squeeze the toothpaste from the end, not the middle. After you are done, make sure the sink is drained.
I do not want to dictate how you interact with the children, but if you must dress them, know that I have marked clothes for different occasions — for attending clinic, going out, and wearing at home. I do not want to find them dressed in clothes that I have put aside for siku kuu.
There are some questions I would rather not answer. Questions like where were you? Why are you late? And what were you doing? Who are you going to meet?
I don’t like answering these kind of questions. Love, I don’t ask you such questions, so I don’t expect you to grill me.
Please allow us to watch our mushy Mexican soaps on TV and reduce the time you spend watching football. I mean, I don’t understand how you keep on religiously following foreign teams, teams that have no idea of your existence.
Go slow on watching football and it will help you adjust your mood because you won’t be stressed when “your” team loses. And neither will you be excited that a team that is a million miles away has won.
One last thing. When the babies are asleep, please save your kisses until morning when they are awake. Why, you wake them up and leave me alone to soothe them back to sleep, which takes almost a lifetime… and by then you are already snoring.
Love always,
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