After 9 months of sacrifice and support of someone i get the news she has found someone else. It is a blow to the heart. Only seven days to go. If I stay here I die. Why because my A1C is 13. Sort of walking dead. But in Kenya the diet is perfect spinach, fish, fresh fruits. Also there I walk a lot. Also plenty of sun for that vitamin D. But now I have to walk alone, no one to meet me at the airport, where do i stay now in hotel find an apartment with no furniture and little money. So I guess this is the end either way. My Doctor said she is my friend but I soon realized it was only pity as I said I had no friends. But the reason I said that is because I am out of joint here. I love Kenya and when I am there I feel at home. Even though every woman I have known there is a liar.
I love the kids, Nicole, Wendy, Vanessa, little baldy, Majumbo and her brothers and little sister, and Everlines 4 children (Beryl,,,). When with the children I feel young again. And back to Hattie Mathews when I though I was dying she comforted me so I knew I could die in the arms of a black woman. I traveled down deaths corridors being tortured in so many different ways. Dreams fade so fast but these memories are still fresh in my mind. Being tied to a bed and the nurse pouring gasoline all around as she prepared to burn me to death. These memories are there. So many, many memories. And now my last trip. To die somewhere in Kenya fighting wind mills.
What better way to die, instead of going blind if I stay here and getting limbs saw off by a surgeon as my diabetes grows worse.
So if I have a friend where is he/she now. The answer is simple he/she is in my future.
I love the kids, Nicole, Wendy, Vanessa, little baldy, Majumbo and her brothers and little sister, and Everlines 4 children (Beryl,,,). When with the children I feel young again. And back to Hattie Mathews when I though I was dying she comforted me so I knew I could die in the arms of a black woman. I traveled down deaths corridors being tortured in so many different ways. Dreams fade so fast but these memories are still fresh in my mind. Being tied to a bed and the nurse pouring gasoline all around as she prepared to burn me to death. These memories are there. So many, many memories. And now my last trip. To die somewhere in Kenya fighting wind mills.
What better way to die, instead of going blind if I stay here and getting limbs saw off by a surgeon as my diabetes grows worse.
So if I have a friend where is he/she now. The answer is simple he/she is in my future.
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