The Bachelorette Diaries : 2012 – Book Review

The Bachelorette Diaries : 2012 frontcover

Shiri Golan has found the perfect man at last, but one day skeletons start crawling out of his closet hauling with them betrayal, a dark past and deadly secrets.

Hurt, betrayed and seeking vengeance, Shiri finds herself caught between forgiveness and justice. As she lives on, she discovers that, oblivious to her, she is a commander of some secret movement whose ultimate aim is to control the whole world.

From the sensational love poet and author of Holy Innocence and Holy Crimes, Elove Poetry, comes the story of love, hate, betrayal and secrets.

Book Review
“I’m a bachelorette, happy and enjoying it,” Shiri says at the start.

These words bring out the picture of a confident woman living in the city of Nairobi. She’s comfortable in her own skin, and knows what she wants in life. The Bachelorette Diaries: 2012 starts out as a personal recount of a woman who has it all, except for one thing. She wants to find herself a good man to love and who’ll love her. That right there brought Shiri upfront and center.

There begins the search for the ‘one’. The chapters where Shiri is combing through her social media account for that male friend that could turn into the one, were revealing…I wondered if Elove Poetry had CCTV at my area code. How many times do self-declared bachelorettes spend their nights stalking their male friends on social media, during that lonely period that strikes at low times?

Valentine’s Day draws near, and Shiri’s desperation goes in to high gear. I couldn’t help laughing when she contemplates that TV Ad….”Are you lonely? Do you want someone to talk to? SMS the word “Love” to 5454…” I know you wonder if that would work out if you tried it. So does Shiri…you know things are getting desperate if it’s come to thinking about that Ad.
Coming from that thought, Shiri jumps on to the first lifeboat that appears in the Village Market Mall. Smooth sailing ahead…not….when desperation blinds you to all but what you want, things are bound to get dicey. This moment starts a journey of a betrayal of her heart.

The adventure in The Bachelorette Diaries: 2012 came from the mysteries that crop up after months of bliss in one man’s arms. Suddenly, Shiri is confronted by questions that so often find us in real life. Do we really know the people we claim to love? How can we trust what they say about themselves? Perhaps it has become mandatory to get a friend like Gwen, as Shiri has, who is good at digging out those dirty little secrets hidden behind pretty words and intoxicating love.

Shiri finds herself in a mystery that includes murder, a secret ‘let’s take over the world’ club, and a disease she inherits from a distant relative that might shock you. She gets her heart broken, over and over, from the people she loves. In the end, I think the best relationship she had in this novel was the one she had with her three friends.

Reading through this novel, you get a glimpse into the life of an independent woman living in sunny Nairobi. The highs and the lows she goes through to carve out her position in the work environment, in business, as well as finding that partner she can accept and lean on. There are unexpected moments of impulsive behavior that lead to pleasant surprises, or rather nasty ones. And I find myself agreeing with Shiri when she seeks out an outlet for her many lows through her writing hobby.

The final chapters are filled with rapid action that at times is quite distracting as Shiri works to explain the mystery. For the most part it’s interesting trying to unwind the web, but I confess to getting bogged down just a little bit to the many twists and turns. However, I applaud Elove Poetry for having me glued to my reader for a solid three hours. The Bachelorette Diaries: 2012 is definitely a fascinating read.

Purchase it Here: The Bachelorette Diaries: 2012

4.5 Stars

For more on the author of this book: Elove Poetry books

Elove Poetry

website: https://elovepoetry.wordpress.com

E. A. Friday Feature

Friday Feature1What is the E.A. Friday Feature?

–          Write a story in response to the weekly prompt given of only 1,000 words.  The story can be a stand alone story.  It can also be an ongoing story to which you’ll write chapters every Friday for the feature. You post the story or chapter on your blog on Fridays, and at the bottom, you link your post to the other blogs participating in the E. A. Friday Feature.  There is no restriction on the type of story you create.  The story is all up to you.  The only restriction is the limit on words. (1,000 words).

Who can Enter?

– Anyone willing to show the commitment.  The first Feature Starts on August 7th, 2015.

What you get out of it:

Free readers, for example, if we’re three, you’ll get three new readers to read your story.  Two, your links on the other participants’ blogs could get you new readers.  It’s a win-win for all of us. Every month, the stories are compiled in a free ebook called the East Africa’s Friday Feature, and we’ll publish it on Smashwords for free.  You can use this as a platform to advertise your other work if you have it published.  Share the Free ebook with anyone you please.

(Kindly note, the EA Friday Feature ebook is free, I’ll compile it on my own time, with no charges to you, so don’t ask for payment for your stories.  I’m not going to sell it in hardcover, it’s all going on Smashwords for free download.  Hope you’re familiar with this publishing platform.)

Not Accepted:

– Kindly don’t be late with your post.  Try to be punctual so that everyone can have their links to your post on time. Please show commitment.

– Don’t use an already published story.  This is a creative writing exercise.  Make your feature story original. Don’t plagiarize.

– Remember to follow all the other participating bloggers, if you want to get some love back too. ^_^

If you have any questions, just leave them on this post, I’ll help out however I can.

Have loads of fun with this guys!

 First EA Friday Feature Prompt:

Due: August 7th, 2015

Prompt Is: Caught Red-Handed: Write about being caught doing something embarrassing

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The Man named Bobby

A Man Named Bobby

There was a man who lived in a not so distant past. I will call him Bobby. Bobby was born into a poor family, the firstimages32 of seven siblings. The one his parents put their faith on, that he would bring good fortune to the family.
Bobby lived as a good son should. He helped his father, and worried for his mother. He worked hard in school. Was smarter than others, and made a life, one that was irrevocably different from his family. Opportunities found Bobby, he traveled the world, enjoyed the pleasures of life as any other would. But this story is not about Bobby’s happy moments, but those profound moments in life that led to a startling future.

Bobby loved three distinct women in his lifetime. I call them distinct because there were other women in Bobby’s life, but these three changed his life in different ways.

The first woman Bobby loved was a hometown girl. Her family knew his family, his family knew her family, and everyone wanted them to end up together. It was expected. This woman, whom I will call Shiku, was wild, and vibrant. She loved life. Loved to dance, sing, drink and have a merry time. Shiku was the life of the party. She and Bobby were good together for a time. Problem was, Shiku loved too much happy, and she had three children, none of whom belonged to Bobby. He loved her enough to take care of them without complaint. Bobby had a great big heart, and when he jumped in, he did so with his all. But things weren’t easy with Shiku. She was compulsive, disruptive, and cared only for the high moment. They fought bitterly, Bobby wanted her to quit drinking and get more serious with life, but Shiku….Shiku wanted more of the highs.

One day, when things were at their most critical, Shiku’s father died. Bobby went with her for the funeral in their hometown. On the night Shiku’s father was to be buried, her brother found Bobby, and warned him to leave town before midnight. Bobby asked why.

“Shiku wants you dead,” her brother said. “She has found ten men. They’ll find you in your bed tonight. You’ll be dead by morning.”

The threat was real. Shiku wanted him dead because she was afraid he was going to leave her. If he left her, she’d decided that no one else could have him.

Shocked and betrayed, Bobby thanked her brother for his kindness, packed a bag, and left in the dark of night. He traveled back to the home they shared alone, and spent the next three days thinking about their life together. When Shiku returned after three days, Bobby asked her to take her children, and anything she wanted in the house, and just like that, their relationship was over.

new life2The second woman Bobby loved was an international girl. She lived in Ottawa. Bobby loved that they shared ideas, she loved that he was so outgoing. And though he’d been burned by love before, Bobby and Carol were happy. Problem was, Carol was from Ottawa, Bobby was from Kenya. Bobby was in Ottawa on a student visa, while they could have married, many at Bobby’s home wanted him to come back to Kenya and live like a Kenyan man. He fought it for a while, but eventually, Bobby returned to Kenya after many intrigues. His love for Carol did not wane. He missed her dearly and when she came to see him in Kenya, they spent weeks holed away together.

With Carol, Bobby got one child, a boy. Bobby did all he could for Carol, even contemplated returning to Ottawa, but he’d found a very good job in the government. Leaving would mean giving up so much, so Carol endured. Bobby and Carol met once in a while, but the visits to Kenya dwindled and Bobby worried. The truth was Carol kept a painful secret. She was sick, you see, with cancer. She died young, leaving her son with her older brother. When Bobby wanted to see his son, take care of him now that the mother was gone, Carol’s brother made a special trip to Kenya. He warned Bobby to stay away. He accused Bobby of having led his sister to an early grave. You see to Carol’s brother, she’d died of a broken heart, more than the cancer that had ravaged her body. Devastated, Bobby agreed to keep his distance from his son. It was a painful decision, and for a while, Bobby was once again hurting because of love.

The third woman Bobby loved was an urbane girl. Lily was a woman who’d worked to build her career. She was a filial daughter and a faithful sister to her siblings. He liked that she listened to him. He loved that she encouraged him, and supported his decisions. He saw a life partner in her, so she was the one he married. Their life wasn’t easy. His side of the family wasn’t so accepting of her, her side of the family loved him  a bit too much. He drank too much; they fought about that a lot. They had three kids, and he was dedicated to them. Did all he could to give them a comfortable life.  When money started coming in, Bobby got restless, with his homey life.  He strayed, numerously.  It hurt his family, numerously.

And so, Bobby died, eleven years after his marriage to Lily. A vicious car accident, in the dead of night, he was drunk, and with another woman in his car.

Bobby left a deep hole in the lives of his family, both extended and immediate. He’d worked all his life to put them together. It was the one thing he’d done with all his heart despite his many pitfalls with love.  The day before his funeral, his siblings, (the people he’d fought to keep together) sat in his living room, and in front of Bobby’s children and wife, they said,

“Bobby is dead. We won’t need to return here after the funeral tomorrow. There’s nothing for us here.”

To a new widow, these words were a stab in the back. To three young children, the words were like a betrayal…as though they weren’t good enough for the extended family.

For sure, none of Bobby’s family crossed the gate to his home after that day, none of them.

Bobby’s life, gone in a blink of an eye, his legacy was left in three children and a woman with a broken heart. You might add on Carol’s son to this list. Perhaps I can add Shiku, who might have truly loved Bobby despite her crazy antics.  The many others remember him fondly, but they were the people he let down at the end.

Why tell this story about this man named Bobby?

He was on my mind today, heavily weighing on my thoughts. Bobby is remembered by many, but I think the people who profoundly miss his presence are the children he never got to know.

Picture Perfect 12

Picture Perfect 12

Working with Ronald had turned into a trial.  Victoria carried a box full of name tags into her office.  She’d spent twoimages hours arguing with Ronald. She carried one thousand pieces in the box for a conference happening in the morning.  Ronald wanted them replaced because he didn’t want the guests wearing the tags around their necks, he wanted the name tags clipped.  Why it mattered she had no idea.  The business conference organizers didn’t have a preference.  So, Ronald was just being a douche bag. 

Letting a sigh escape, Victoria dumped the box of name tags on her desk. 

“Vicky,” Grace came in behind her.  “Two things, first, I wish you’d just curse out Ronald.  You shouldn’t have to take his crap.  Two, he’s just gone out with that Anita again.  They’re heading to lunch.”

Victoria walked around her desk and slid into her chair.

“I don’t want to think about that man,” Victoria said.

Victoria rubbed her eyes and removed her shoes under her desk.

“Grace, just say it, I’m an idiot.  I should never have dated my boss.”

Grace chuckled.  “I’m not playing that game with you, gal.  Ronald is not a good guy.  You shouldn’t have to carry the backlash of your relationship when he was at fault.  You concentrate on work.”

“I am,” Victoria said pointing at the box of name tags.  “I’ll get those replaced for sure.  I’ll fix all the problems Ronald makes crop up before that business conference tomorrow.  But, it’s annoying me, Grace.”

“You’re doing great, honey,” Grace said.  “You know what, forget work then.  Let’s talk about the cute Eric.  He looks so good walking around the Savon taking photographs.”

Victoria blushed.  “He’s still here?”

“You know he is,” Grace said.  “Do you want to head to the PR wing and see if he’s there?”

Grace winked and they both laughed.

“He’s working,” Victoria said.

“I’m not actually,” Eric said startling her and Grace.

Victoria stared at Eric.  He stood leaning on the doorjamb.  Her heart beat skipped when he smiled.

“Hi,” Eric said.

“Hi,” Victoria said with a shy smile.

“And that’s my cue…,” Grace said winking at Victoria as she left the office.  “Eric, nice to see you.”

“You too, Grace,” Eric said his gaze never leaving Victoria.

Victoria put on her shoes and stood.

“Want to go out for lunch?” Eric asked.

“Are you done with-“

“Forget work,” Eric waved his hand.  “I left my camera with Linda.”

Victoria chuckled.  “That’s huge, Eric.  You left your camera.”

She got her handbag from the cupboard in the corner.  Time away sounded like a good thing.  She needed a break from work too.  Ronald tired her.

“Lunch sounds wonderful,” Victoria said with a wide smile.

Eric lifted his hand and snapped a photo with a small handheld camera.

Victoria sighed.

“It’s a tiny camera,” Eric said closing the door after they left the office.

“Left your camera,” Victoria scoffed.

Eric laughed as they walked down the corridor to the front lobby.  He took her hand when they got out in the sunshine.

“Let’s walk,” Eric said when she started toward the parking lot.

Victoria was glad she’d chosen to wear flats today.  “Where do you want to go for lunch?”

“I don’t know.  Where do you go?” Eric asked looking up and down the street.

“I eat in the staff lounge,” Victoria said.  “Do you want to go back–?”

“Nope,” Eric tightened his hold on her hand.  “I’m getting you out of work.  Let’s go find fish.”

“Fish?” Victoria wrinkled her nose.

“You don’t like fish?”

“The smell of it,” Victoria shook her head.

“We’re going to restaurant with cooked fish,” Eric pointed out.  “You’ll love it, after you taste it of course.”

“Are you forcing me to eat fish?”

“No,” Eric said.  “I’m challenging you to push your boundaries.”

“Whoa, that sounds deep,” Victoria said as they crossed the street.

Eric held her hand tight as they navigated oncoming traffic.  The last time anyone had held her hand crossing the street…she couldn’t remember.

“What?” Eric asked when they were safely on the sidewalk.

“Nothing,” Victoria said amused.

Eric lifted their clasped hands.  “I”m holding on so you don’t run away.”

Victoria laughed and Eric snapped a picture.  She was starting to get used to that about him.

“I saw you earlier,” Eric said.

“Where?” Victoria hoped it wasn’t during her argument with her supervisor.

“In the hallway, angry woman, hands at her hips,” Eric said slowing their pace.  They turned left onto a less busy street.

Victoria dropped her gaze to the pavement.

“Guess you’ve seen my lows more than my highs,” she said.

“Why was she angry?”

“She’s my supervisor,” Victoria said.  “Thanks to office gossip, she found out I was dating Ronald and that we broke up.  Her opinion of me has lowered since then.”

“Didn’t she get the memo?”

“What memo?” Victoria asked meeting Eric’s gaze.

“The ‘your-ex-is-a-douche-bag’ memo,” Eric said.  “I sent them out to every office.  Should I paper the lobby?”

Victoria stared at him, hoping to God he was joking.  He looked so serious.  Her heart skipped and she caught the slight twitch of a smile.  Relief flooded her.

“Thanks for the enthusiasm but don’t paper the lobby.”

“I can drop off incriminating pictures then.  People love looking at pictures.”

“Eric,” Victoria chided.

“I don’t like that guy,” Eric said abruptly.  “He’s taking advantage of his position.”

Victoria squeezed his fingers.  “There have been many like him.  I can handle it.”

“You shouldn’t have to,” Eric said.  “I really hate that kind of guy.  Aish, it’s really bothering me.”

“Eric,” Victoria said, her tone cheerful.  “Forget Ronald.  You said you’d buy fish for me.”

“Changing the subject?” he asked.

“How am I changing the subject?  My stomach is rumbling.  I’m hungry.  You promised lunch.”

Eric pointed to a sign ahead of them.  It read ‘Chakula Tamu.’

“My favorite restaurant,” Eric said. “Best food in town.”

“So you say,” Victoria said as he led the way into the busy restaurant.

 There wasn’t a free table in sight.  Lunch hour in Nairobi city…she sighed.  She really hated sharing a table with strangers.

“Eric!”

Victoria frowned when a lady behind the counter came around, her face glowing with excitement.

“It’s really you!” the lady said.  “What a day.  I can’t believe you came.  Where have you been?”

“Away,” Eric said with a smile, his hold on Victoria’s hand tight.  He held on even when she tried to tug it out.

“Oh,” the lady’s gaze dropped to their clasped hands.  Her gaze already judging Victoria. 

“Who is this?” she asked.

Victoria glanced at Eric wondering how he’d introduce her.  This was the first time she was meeting any of Eric’s friends.

****

to be continued…thanks for reading.

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Cake Festival 2015 – Fun & Rainy ^_^

In the lineup

Nairobi this June is rainy and dreary, but the Cake Festival was on, and hot enough to draw hundreds of people despite the rain.  It was exciting! I had great fun this year, not just eating cake, but following through the whole process of how the Cake Festival comes to be. 

There was a lot of work done by the Edumed Staff, who are awesome, (I don’t say this lightly!)  They worked overtime to make sure the participating bakers had what they needed, and even rallied everyone during heavy rain.

amari tentThis year, I was working in the Amari Bakery stand, and we had 30 kgs of cake to give.  Yes, people ate all that cake! We were done serving the last piece of cake around 3 p.m. cake festival visitors ate it all. 

cake for the massesOur many visitors ate cake, and asked many questions about Amari Bakery, and Cookswell Jikos, who we were representing that day.  We gave away business cards, and price lists, with a side of cake tasting.  Fun!

The Creative Side of Cake Festival

Cake Festival is also a chance for the cake houses in Nairobi to compete for the best cake decoration possible.  This year’s theme was “Africa Rising”.  I hit up the Judges Tent for pictures of some of the best creative cakes this side of East Africa.

creative cake
Mama Africa
creative cakes 2
Africa really Rising ^_^
creative cake 3
Just interesting to me!
creative cake 4
Togetherness
awesomeness
The Pot is Cool!
uchumi 4
This was a whole Homestead, couldn’t get it all in the frame. I was hiding from the rain.

This year was smooth sailing for us.  Much of this I credit to the generous flow of information provided by Edumed Staff, and a month long planning.  I definitely had a great time, even with the rain.  To all those who came to visit us, Thank You!

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Cake Festival 2015

Amari Bakery

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See Me

see meSee Me

Would you see me, If we had the same skin?

Would you hear me, If I talked like you?

Would you get me, If my ideas were yours too?

Would you hold my hand, If I offered to hold yours?

Would you dance with me, If I listened to your music?

Would you…., would you….Love me,

despite my insecurities?

Despite the fact that I don’t know,

If I can talk like you, think as you do,

Or even dance to your music?

Would you love me,

Just because I’m Me?