When we fist met in 2009, she probably was among the people i knew i would hardly make friends with let alone share life with . Quite a tall and then reserved lady . Lydia but I learned to call her Lisa . A six year most intense journey I have had with any of my friends .
Being a fashion lover with a keen eye in modelling landed her as one of the contestants for the Miss Mass pageant, a move that did not augur well with what I thought was good. I grew up believing that to be a model, one had be be of loose morals and dress almost naked. This, I thought, was the last discouragement I needed for my efforts of trying to have a friendship (so was with the winner ,Beth, I thought).
In 2010, we started being close, from the classwork perspective . Especially after the first attachment . Late 2011, we somehow started to bond and shared quite a lot . A apart from Alice ( fellow choir member lol) , Janet (hehehe! ) and Cate ( olalala! Miss you dear ) , the only other person i freely opened to was Lisa .
Luckily we landed the same job in 2012 and finally moved in together in 2013 May . We have laughed, cried , encouraged , discouraged ( No denim dear , riswaaa! ) and most of all grew together . No, were and still are not experiencing an ideal friendship but one thing we learned was to be there for each other, through thick and thin.
She taught me color ( clothes and nail polish ) , color blocking and heels . She taught me how to shop . She is one beautiful girl but has never let her beauty derail her from what she wants . She is one strong woman but human ( I got super scared the first day i saw her cry , I almost recommended a doc ) . I like her appetite but wonder why she doesn’t add calories as fast as i do (sob sob) .
Her laughter with my late bro was something I will never forget . How on earth they loved some weird music , sijui . And they would chat for hours on end . Lisa and my sister can go on “raundi mwenda” ; I dont think I have ever had a proper one with Siz . Those are the little joys ( but very big to me) that had made me appreciate her even more.
This here is to you girl, to the first rent we paid,to the days when we had to beg the Landlord to give us more days , to the days when we celebrated after beating the rent deadline . This is a toast to your mum for standing with my family ( one that she hardly knew ) when we needed her most . This is a toast to the days when we had only had each other for support . This is a celebration to the milestones we have made . This is a toast to the growth and the many dreams ahead , its an acknowledgement for our imperfections but choosing to see beyond them . This is to for sticking by me at my worst ( am quite a piece of work !!!) .
This is a piece that embraces the days we barely had enough to plan for the next meal and those days we had quite enough to afford an extra one and many more I cannot capture . I may never tell you how much I love you ( you know I suck big time at it) but I do .
I love you Lisa .