What I Think Monogamy Is About 

Disclaimer 1: This is my opinion and not the absolute truth but the truth as I see it. It’s what most people call opinion.
Disclaimer 2: My truth was realized through personal experiences, stories i collected from friends and strangers. 

The entire concept of Monogamous relationships is based on; one man one woman or one woman one woman or one man one man ratio. It’s believed that parties involved have romantic relations with their partners and only their partners. It’s frowned upon if anyone involved gets involved romantically with someone else. That’s what they call cheating. People in Monogamous relationships are expected to go through life with one person for life. Crazy,right? People are crazy. 

Riri 

Here is unedited opinion of what monogamy is about from a girl fro.a very small town and how she thinks it works:

  1.  If you don’t get caught then You didn’t do it. If you asked you can deny deny deny. You are allowed to do what may upset your partner as long as you don’t get caught.
  2. Cheating doesn’t necessarily involved an affair. Sometimes it’s watching”our show”  without your partner or going for an adventure you had planned together without them. Sometimes harmless flirting can be viewed as cheating. Having a minor attraction towards a stranger might be viewed as betrayal.Deleting personal emails and messages might cause suspicion. Just to mention a few forms of cheating. Sometimes it’s actually having an affair. Basically, it involves a lot of half truths. killing your truth so you don’t upset your partner and avoid conflict as much as possible.
  3. It’s about compromise. Like preparing both coffee and tea because your partner prefers tea with two spoons of sugar for breakfast and you can’t survive without your morning coffee. It’s about waking up for morning Glory when you would rather really sleep. Showing up with sweatpants and heels on your date night because you promised you will show up though you don’t feel like dressing up and it’s about them letting you because they understand that sometimes you feel not so human. It’s About”running for Mau marathon” because they scored free tickets and you can’t let them down because of the effort they input to get those tickets even though you would rather do TV  shows Marathon. 
  4. It is about pretending you like your anniversary gift. Even though you wish you could switch gifts and everyone to keep what they got the other.
  5. Staying on phone to have a conversation when one of you skips town and talk about stuff. Sometimes you have to set an alarm when you are in different time zones for that ten minutes phonecall. 
  6. Showering together not because it’s romantic or You have turned into some environment enthusiast where you both are saving water or something as cool but because no one likes showering in a used bathroom.
  7. It’s about sharing friends..ghaaa… That leaves a bad taste in my mouth though it happens. You get to hangout together so much that you start sharing friends. Which comes with a lot of;she said,he said scenarios mord often than you care to admit. you somehow find a way to work around that. When you break one of you will keep the friends,messy! I know.
  8. Sometimes your partner becomes the center of your world. They become your cheerleader. They play on your team. They play for keeps. They pick you up. They take care of you when you sick. Basically, they become your person and you even forget how your life used to be without them. 
  9. It’s about building a life together and planning a future together. Compromising and sacrificing even tailoring your dreams and plans to suit each other 
  10. It is about finding a way of respecting personal space. Being careful not to neglect their needs and not crowding them too much to suffocate them. It’s tough,i know. But a healthy relationship needs balance of energies .
  11. It’s about open communication. Communicating is key. Talking about stuff might help. I used to do bikini wax once I was home for holidays and I didn’t shave. When i got back I was panicking because i hadn’t taken care of my flower for a while. When we were at it he said he could feel my pubes. I was scared and insecure the entire time. The next day I shaved. Apparently he liked my pubes but I was so used to shaving. I would have saved my soul trouble of shaving with a simple communication. Dammit! 

PS. My journey on understanding human relationships continue. You can email, comment or share. Tell me your thoughts. I like hearing from you.

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To The Girl Who Taught Me How To Love 


I met her in high school. She came to my school when we were in form three. Noel, the girl who wore glasses, smiled all the time,hated math, loved music, wrote poems and the girl could sing.Not entirely in that order. I didn’t even know we would be friends because I already had friends.I had a clique of girls to study with,girls I did hangout with and people for gossip. I even had a book club or cult where we met to talk about books, characters and or authors. My social life was active then you came along and taught me otherwise.You taught me love. I don’t remember how we became friends. One minute you were That newcomer with glasses that smiled too much And hated math and the next we were friends. I introduced you to the ‘family’ and you kept your distance anyway. You didn’t really blend in and I respected that. So we did hangout rarely and before we knew it we became inseparable.

To be honest, I have never been close with another human like I was close to you. I told you everything. I looked forward to hanging out together. when we fought I never fought to win or anything but I fought for our friendship. Two different women and one great friendship. I can honestly say we were great friends. I was never afraid as long as I had you by my side.

Remember that time we were accused that we were lesbians. In retrospect, I finally understand why they thought that. We were inseparable. We ate,slept , showered, washed clothes and lived off each other pockets. We hated the same people. Shared private smiles in public. Had inside jokes. Had pet names for each other. We exchanged short notes during prep times. We were literally attached to the hip. I was famous, you were the new girl. How could they not get a good scandal from that? Maybe we should have admitted that we were just to see how far they would have gone with it. I mean, they already ruined our reputation. But we didn’t and that’s in the past. I wasn’t even ashamed apparently. I was pissed that they were raining on our parade. Good thing the rumour didn’t shake our friendship, we got closer more. Except we weren’t allowed to sleep together,it did affect the whole school.

Before you I didn’t know how to give or receive love. I still have issues with receiving love but am getting better at it. You showed me how love is patient. How it’s boring and long. That it’s not flashy and smiles. That it involves boring days,sad moments, picking up someone when they are down, cleaning up after them even when they don’t see the mess. It’s being patient with their flaws and strengthening their strengths. It’s growth. It’s leaving a better person behind. It’s sharing material, spiritual and emotional support. It’s showing up when you expected and when you needed. It’s being there for them.

I remember how you would get me gifts. It was always a surprise . You would have a shy smile on your face with words like,”It’s not much but I got you this and I think you will like it” I was always touched. TTY Thoughtful gifts I must point out from; beautiful diary books, to Notebooks, to well written poems and my favorite is the red bra you got me. It doesn’t fit me anymore but I still have it like a momento. Our friendship might not be active like it used to be but that bra represent something amazing that once happened to me a long time ago. Can you imagine it has been over ten years since we last met?

You made me confident in my writing. I did prose, always. You were the poet, you even did your diary entries in poetry. I wonder, are you still a compulsive writer? You wrote on literally everything. Your hands always had ink. You even wrote on my hands because you just couldn’t help it. Everything about you did fascinate me. 
You had a beautiful voice and you broke hearts with it. Every time you took the stage to do a poem or a song you did always melt hearts, mine included. Hahaha…i can’t believe you weren’t going to stay in my life forever. I thought I would always stretch my hand to reach you. If that wasn’t love in it’s purest I don’t know what is…….

I don’t know what changed and why our friendship died a natural death. Maybe because we finally grew up and life got busy. I don’t know. Maybe because we walked our separate ways. or because we all grew fat. I didn’t know a friendship no matter how solid it couldn’t stand distance or the test of time.
Despite everything else. You taught me how to love. You showed me that I didn’t need to be perfect or have my shit together. You showed me even hormonal teenagers were still loveable. That secrets ruin things. Fighting was allowed. That Love could move mountains. 
I miss you.

Special Thanks To My Brothers And Sisters From The Lake 

Thank you for restoring my faith in humanity. I can honestly say you people have proved to me over and over again that humans are not that far gone. That they can be saved. That humans still have some humanity left in them. It’s either i have been lucky so many times or they are just good people.
Today it kinda proved that you people are just nice. I misplaced my fare read too confused to find it. When the conductor started harassing me a girl, let’s call her Adhiambo offered to pay. When I was a little settled in and found the said money, I tried paying her back but she said I should help someone in future because things happen to everyone.
I walked home thinking how kind people from the Lake have been kind to me. My wife(or the girl I would move in with if we are forty and still single. I also don’t need to have kids because she will have enough for two). I’m talking about my soul sister or soulful as it gets…Vinerose. The only girl whom I know got my back more than anyone and she even defends my honour when am not around. she was my roommate in campus and no girl alive has got me out of the line of fire more times than I care to count. I know she can take a bullet for me but I would rather die than let the most beautiful soul die in my stead. And just so you know she is a Luo. 

My English teachers through and through have been Luo’s. Sorry for embarrassing you with all the bogus blogging have been doing. You people did a good job. Thanks for making love books. Thanks for the free books. Thanks for all the unlimited opportunities of writings y’all all separately and independently gave me. Thanks for believing in me enough to give me a chance to create. None of you teachers ever asked me to change my style. You actually made me believe in myself. I might be embarrassing your efforts online but bare with me.
Then all the times a stranger or a friend came through for me,it has always been people from the Lake. Marya and Collins made my attachment bearable. My first day was horrible but you two made me feel at home or as at home as hospitals could feel and not just another outsider that showed up late for her attachment with some lame excuse. Not entirely lame because this is Kenya and exams are legit reasons to miss anything even open court. But what do I know? You two were the safety net that he got me through the hellish three months. you had no obligation to hold my hand but you did it so selflessly. Does it have anything to do with being a Luo? 
I have walked into offices looking for one thing or another and all the time it was a Luo in office I got instant assistance. I’m not Luo so there’s no way that it has anything to do with being one of their own. 
There was a girl from our class called Jenny. I was lucky to know her in a personal level. When she loved, she loves for real. When she hated, it was for real. She was never a pretender. Then you wonder why I respect Luo’s and admire them in equal measure?

Haven’t met anyone with I integrity more than a Luo. Their pride comes with integrity, hardwork and selflessness. They don’t even cheat in exams. They don’t steal. most are not corrupt. And they are loyal as fuck. You have found a real friend or real enemy if it’s someone from the Lake. They are not beggars. They are givers. They live by what they make. They might be good with their voice and throwing Stones but it is always for something they honestly believe in. Something they have earned. They don’t steal from anyone so they wonder why someone would short change them and when they retaliate then it’s never a pretty picture. 
Respect to all Luo’s out there!!

I Hope You Living It Up Without Me


I remember the first time we met. We were both obsessed with the same thing, or I was and you played along. Memory is a fickle thing, we all remember the same event differently. I loved books, I still do. If being a book lover was a ticket to fame, then I guess I would be Queen Bee. So we talked about books, and s’more about books. We talked about coffee and moviea. I told you about my obsession with coffee, and how coffee has been my one true love for years. I guesss my longest stable relationship is the one I had with those little black beans. You laughed so hard like I was trying to be funny but my god, I was for real. 

We had fun

Our friendship and whatever madness that followed was based on nothing solid. Not even infatuation or lust on the down side. You made me smoke Pot, something that I hadn’t done for a long While. I told you about my strong hate towards humans, I don’t know if you did too or you acted like you did. BC for a self proclaim introvert, you had so many friends. I couldn’t handle that many people in my life, so I had a constant urge to unplug I needed to recover from your friends. I killed all your dumb friends in my head. I enjoyed the company of those who had the decency to shut up, mostly. 
I didn’t know how to compromise or meet you half way. I have always been treated like an only child with my parents for along while. I was so special that I didn’t have to share in kindergarten. I don’t know how to change or make compromises, even on the best of intentions. I know you tried to make it work, I did too. But we couldn’t just work. Or we could have been Okay, with extra effort. I don’t put that much effort on my eyebrows, and they mean the world to me. Besides, we were both in our twenties, no time for trying to make some relationship work. 

I talked to my therapist about you. Well, all he does is help me sabotage whatever relationship I get my sexy ass into. He tried ruining mine relationship with coffee, well, all his methods backfired on him. Maybe it’s because coffee is always there, and it never talks back. And it doesn’t try to force me to be anything. Coffee accepts me all the damn time. But, my therapist is always right. He has helped me weed out a bunch of toxic relationship in my life. It’s ironic, I know he is bad for me. He knows he is bad for me.but we just can’t help but have the compulsory 40 minutes a week phone call, anyway. Besides, he makes sense, his school of thought and view of life are mostly flawless. So, when I was in one of my sessions with my therapist, I told him about you. He gave me reasons why I should walk away. According to him;” you are a manipulative excuse for a human being and I deserve better.”well, looks like all I will ever score, relationship wise, is coffee. 

I hope you are happy now

According to my therapist and sometimes best friend slash drinking buddy slash whatever. According to him, other than the fact that you are a manipulative bla bla bla… He thinks I’m more in love with the idea of love than love itself. So, it’s fair to say, I never loved you. It could be worse, he thinks have never loved a soul in my life. Well, story for another day. 

Even though we didn’t become solid, I hope you happy. 

I hope you still read and watch reruns

I hope you find love. I hope you find someone you deserve. I hope you read books that blow your mind. I hope you find someone who doesn’t literally cringe every time you try to have an intimate moment. I hope you find someone who doesn’t literally wipe her hands every time you hold hands and your palms become sweaty. I hope you find someone willing to kiss you under the sun, not just under the moon when the whole world is asleep. I hope you find someone Who loves you, not the idea of you. I hope you find someone who meets you up halfway. I hope you find someone who calls you every night. I hope you find someone who doesn’t switch towns just because she can. I hope you get to live it up without me. 

To His Next Girlfriend

I don’t know if I should start with hello or just get to the point? We are not friends and we haven’t had the pleasure to be acquainted.  I just know yoexist like you know I exist. You started following me on Instagram. I don’t know what you thought you would find, or were you trying to see if you are prettier?  Bummer! I’m just a girl and who ain’t your competition. Just a girl from a small town, sometimes she plays with words. A self proclaim poetess who has more words than rhymes. 

Anyway, I just want you to know a few things. I will call him once in a While. It’s not because I want him back. He is the Superman to my Lois, we might not be together but we need each to survive. Sometimes I will be calling him everyday, sometimes months apart or even years apart. It’s because when things get rough he is my Knight. And he will call me too, and I hope my next gets to know this too. We broke up because we were toxic for each other. Broken glasses, careless words thrown around and my god, we loved fighting because we did enjoy making up. 

Your role as his girlfriend is to clean up the mess I left behind. Pick up the pieces and put them right back where they belong. There’s broken glass in the corners of his bedroom, evidence of our love, please start by sweeping the floor. The stains of lipstick in all his shirts, I lived for marking territory. You will find lots of lipstick stains around the house; his clothes, towels, and a bunch of things that I don’t remember staining, clean that up too. You deserve a fresh start. I also left a few personal things here and there, don’t be afraid to get rid of them. You deserve a fresh start. There’s a file in his computer with my name on it, you should delete that too. It’s too much work I know, but you can’t live with the ghost of me. So girl, clean up. You already got to live with my popping in and out of his life whenever I choose. 

It’s unfortunate I left him so broken, he did a number on me too. You won’t understand the depth of our scars and love was and is more twisted. When things get hard, when he stops trusting you or whatever. Feel free to put the blame on me. I’m the reason he became so hardened, he was whole when I met him, I swear. I was broken and he started fixing me, you can’t do that without a little bleeding. He bled more than little though. Our relationship wasn’t like other relationships, it was something else. Where was I? Ooh I was telling you to blame me if things don’t work out. Blame it on the self proclaimed poetess you followed on Instagram. 

He badly wants babies, a family and such. I hope you will be the woman who gives him all that. He will make a great dad. I have watched him with kids and he is great. He will probably spoil them a little. Don’t be afraid to mother his children. In other words, don’t pull a Riri. I was scared and afraid of children, marriage and all that. No assurance under the sun made me want to walk down the isle for him. He wanted to make a honourable woman out of me and what did I do? I ran away.

And he is not all awesome though. He ain’t a perfect, the wrapping is pretty though. He goes mute when angry. He walks away when pissed. He hates confrontations, especially that. He hates being questioned, in whatever you do, don’t question his choices. He hates that, but he will tell you about those that matter, especially the ones that affect you both. He is a very private person, I hope you have the patience only vultures were endowed. You will need a lot of that. He has other weaknesses too but there’s only one way to find out, go all the way girl.

Take care of him for me. If I can’t love him, I want him to be loved. If I can’t have him, at least someone else should. Take care of him. Love him to the moon and back. Everyone deserves love, even the most broken. Love him tenderly and fiercely. He deserves that.

I Hope We Will Always Have Nakuru

I shouldn’t be missing you or thinking about you because of; logic, distance, timing, because it’s you and me, because you are there and am here, because Nakuru was then and none of us is there and ands….. Despite everything, I hope we will always have Nakuru. 

I miss you, not the you that has evolved since the last time I saw you or was it the first and last time? Not the you I didn’t know before I met you. No, I miss the person you were when I was there and Nakuru was there and you were there.

I hope we will always have the pillow talk even though there was no pillow but your folded jacket acting pillow. The moment you told me about the things you wanted me to know and I told you stories that made you laugh…. The moments we drank too much coffee on an empty stomach and your ulcers started acting up. I didn’t even know you had ulcers! The talks that was powered by coffee, whiskey and crappy food. 

I hope we will always have the background music that You managed to have a song for every mood. Who does that? and I swear everything felt way better with the right music,  even something as mundane as a shower. You even had lullaby for the nights I couldn’t fall asleep. That one night that i was so anxious about the next day and you saved the day with just music. I thought you had sleeping pills or something to cover, I didn’t know music could cut it. Imagine my surprise when i woke up the next day and realized all it took was the right music and your soothing voice to send me to slumber land. I slept like a baby without the screaming in the middle of the night part of course. 

I hope we will always have the conversations we had. The ones we talked about religion, Donald Trump, magick, metaphysics, atoms, your favorite childhood memories and the silence in between. It was peaceful and mind blowing at the same time. 

I hope we will always have Nakuru, especial that day we went hiking and I was on heels  but boi i had fun even though it almost killed me. The blisters was my worse nightmare, acha tu. You almost ruined hiking and walking for me, for life and it seem like the only that I enjoy off late.  I had a good time. It was perfect even though my feet did hurt and I was tired the next day. And now I almost did hate hiking or something like that.

I hope we will always have Nakuru. The sunsets, the stars, the clouds, and the photography. Staying up all night watching, listening while waiting for the town went to go to sleep. How beautiful it was lookin at the city lights shining just while the world slowly shifted until everything was quite except the night and her children. How the nightlife slowly came to life while the day hassles dissolved. It was beautiful. 

I think you are my favorite thing about Nakuru, for now. So I hope you will cherish those moments. Good things have happened to me in Nakuru but you happened to be among my favorites. For a moment I felt peace and that’s the kind of thing you don’t go looking for, it just finds you. You settled my unsettles and it felt good. 

If I can’t have anything else, I hope I will always have Nakuru and all the things we experienced. 

​An Open Letter To My Campus Family

There’s a chance that our forever ends here for most of us. I don’t know, maybe it doesn’t, maybe we get to walk the adult life together. But it doesn’t seem promising. Look at what has happened to us these past few months….We are scattered all over right now; there’s one somewhere in India doing her MSc, then there’s one in that place I don’t remember somewhere in Homabay, there’s one stuck in kitale, a few of you in Nakuru and a few more in Njoro, one is raising a baby somewhere in western, one is knocked up somewhere, some of you trying to set your record straight so that you get to graduate etc etc… We are all over, my friend. We made quite a family, I tell you. And we haven’t graduated yet, graduation is tomorrow for some of us.we will be out of that place that held so many memories. We all get out with a piece of paper,apparently. That  paper gives you power to read and write,who would have thought? Can we all laugh or clap or whatever to that!

What’s going to become of us? I think Evey will be a very rich professor somewhere. Wayne gets to drive a Jaguar before before 30, meets a woman crazy enough to willingly marry him at 35,publishes a few books here and there, he sells his soul to the ink and writes his life away. Linda gets married to a very rich guy somewhere and pops a few kids(we all should admit she was the keeper in the family) I might be a little bias on Linda maybe because she was that distant aunt who came visiting once in a while and we did the same. Bryan never gets married, gets a good job,a big screen and unlimited games and movies to go by. Vee gets a good job, a good mortgage plan, starts her own fashion line,imports things from Dubai and tries her hand in music a couple of times(Well,she had a good sense of fashion and voice all along). Naomi though she stayed for a few months in the family before walking out on us to find sanity, that one finds love,gets married, pops a few kids,sets up a home in a suburban, she learns to knit ugly sweaters that she sends us on Christmas, she knits all through old age in a tiny organized house somewhere (that one liked a quite life). Rodgers finds love a couple of time, runs away from it, ends up alone with cute puppies and stray kittens that eat human biscuits for dinner.  Mercy  finds love, gets to marry the love of her life, gets rich and pops a few kids and live in a mansion somewhere. Sharon gets to raise baby Milan, she gets a good job,start her own bakery where she create her own recipes,this venture will be a sweet highway to diabetes for a few individuals bc her products are so good and too addictive. Jenny (our other distant aunt) raises her son, acquires riches and fine things and travels the world. Vinerose(the love of my life and favorite human being, who never got too close to anyone but me, I think I didn’t want to share her with anyone) plus the only one whom I don’t want to write a story about will become all the things she want. I don’t want to predict or write her story because even now I still don’t want to share her with the world. Plus i plan on keeping her around for a very longtime, so i want her story to suprise me. At least that’s the story I would write about you people. Again, do I stick around to see how Your story unfolds? I hope so. 

So now, we don’t have to ditch class and stay indoors just because we can or drinking cheap alcohol before 11 a.m on Monday. No more playing dangerous drinking game of who gets drunk faster chugging keg(one more round of that, on me kids) though I know I will be the first to go down. No more experiments,testing each others boundaries; we toyed with each others emotions, mental health, Moods, body health etc. There was zero boundaries amongst us,now that I look at it. Sometimes we shamelessly crossed personal space in the name of intervention.

Sometimes I look back and wonder what was wrong with us. The best part, we raised each other. We saw each other grow up and fuck up grandly in a few occasions. Once or twice we witnessed one of our own fuck up and we were decent enough to give them space and let them pick up the pieces. We survived early pregnancies,brokenness, and Egerton. 

There are those we started with from the beginning. We lost a few good soldiers on the way, picked up others. Some of you walked into the family alone(I have a thing for strays) while others came with their own best friends. We were an Okay family with more crazies than Mathare. I loved y’all. The one’s that left before the end, I hope they found their own campus family somewhere. To the rest of you crazies that stuck around to the end, it was an interesting ride.
Graduation represents the end and the beginning of something I’m just not sure what it is. whatever may come I hope our friendship lives on, if not in the future then at least we will always have Egerton. 
I’m curios to see how the future unfolds for us all. I’m curios to see how many of us get to grow old together. I’m curious to see how long our friendship survives the hurdles and puddles of real life. I’m curios about the future and what it means to our friendship.

I’m curios to see how many weddings I get to plan and who needs us during trying times of the future. Do we get to help each other through it all or do we find new circles to lean on? I’m curios to see who amongst us get to stick together. Whom amongst us pair up  for life.who gets to stick out For who bla bla … Who gets to walk the streets of friendship with who for life. I will be happy to know our family wasn’t for nothing,in the end,at least it produced some meaningful friendships. Who stays around so we could walk the adult life together. I’m curious to see to who stays to witness my always failing or nonexistent love life.  Who gets to travel with me (will Evey keep the promise of being my travel Buddy? Or Wayne will decide to pick that role? Maybe Bry will surprise me) or who stays behind waiting for the travel stories. Who gets to stay long enough so we help each other make good/bad investments and purchase properties for posterity sake. Who stays long enough so I help them raise their kids and I remain the cool aunt who brings interesting/expensive gifts. Maybe I even get to live with vinrose in an island far away, we raise baby Bri and live happily ever after. 
I don’t know if we even have a chance of growing old together as a family but at least we had Egerton. We will always have Egerton.

The future is bleak,I can’t see it. There are a million possibilities of what will become of us all; Maybe we get to walk the walk with other people,people we haven’t met yet. Maybe we don’t get to see each other for life except but stay virtual friends, Or someone I knew I college, or once in a while drinking buddy,or a college roommate and stuff… The only thing that’s for sure, we will always have Egerton. Or maybe we become colleagues, business partners or neighbors. I don’t know…
Now I should probably stop typing before I my eyes tear. Before I start regretting all those times I didn’t show up when one of you needed me. Or that time we were ignoring each other because someone made someone fuckin mad. Or the days we banged doors, harsh words exchanged and stuff. Or the moments we witnessed someone self destruct and no one did a thing because we were done awarding bad behavior. Or that time I was hormonal and didnt open the door when one of you fuckers came home late. someone slept I don’t know where and I didnt have the decency to ask the next day. Or why I didn’t pick up the phone so someone messed up big time…
So many memories, so much pain. We had the good, the bad, the ugly, the hormonal, the painful, the other days,the broke days, the days we felt lost, misunderstandings along the way and all the things we experienced. Through it all, we survived college together as one big phat messed up family. 
Despite our separate ways, I hope we will all make a point of showing up in the big moments. Bunny once said,”it doesn’t matter if you doing legendary things if your friends are not there to witness.” I hope we will always have to share each others big moments. The first real job, the first house, the first kitten adoption,birthdays, anniversary,a promotion, first home, baby showers, engagement parties, graduation parties (further education),weddings, home coming and all the big moments that matter. Thanks very much Wayne, for showing up. You obviously the best thing that ever happened to me.