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Am Just Gonna Go Right Ahead and Say it But Please Don't Hurt My Feelings.




I would love to carve it on stone so that the whole world knows, but I may get in trouble with the powers that govern the city.

I would love it to be flown to you on a plane, coloring the whole sky in beautiful colors, but chartered planes don’t come cheap.

I would love to serenade you on the street, at night, with a bunch of mariachi players, but I don’t know where to find them in Kenya. NEMA would probably have a feast with my money too if caught.

I would love to send it as a surprise mail to your office, but am not sure how you would react to it. Furthermore, having your workmates relate it to you repeatedly for the rest of your life may not be the best experience.

I would love to stand on top of the balcony and shout it out loud, but you and I know the furthest I can shout is the balcony. The people inside the house may not even hear it! 

I would love to write it in a beautiful poem and have it published in the dailies, but God knows I am no poet. It wouldn’t even go past the editor.

I would love to post it as an advert on the dailies (after the poem fails and I can damn sure write a good advert) but am scared of the perverts.

I would love to post it on all social media and have everyone know, (especially my suitors) but people on social media are tired of that shit. Furthermore, we don’t want to make anyone jealous, right?

I would love to post it on whatever place I haven’t thought about right now (you know, consult with the gurus of this industry) but maybe I wouldn’t like any of their ideas.

So I am just going to go ahead and say it. 

I hope this will show you and open up your heart to what am feeling.

I hope I won’t just get a ‘thank you’ 

I hope my feelings get reciprocated. 

I hope this will not make it awkward between us or throw me into the friend zone. (No one likes that).

I hope I won’t become the talk of your friends and have people I barely know pointing fingers at me.

I hope I won’t wake up to find am the trending topic on social media with the word ‘bitch’ plastered all over my face.

I hope you will be considerate and that if you don’t feel the same, you will tell me outright and not have me hanging by the threads.

I hope that you will be man enough to tell me the truth about how you feel.

So here it is.

I LOVE YOU. I ALWAYS HAVE. I ALWAYS WILL.
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