I gotta make a make
bed pact with myself…
Now today I woke up
a disgruntled bed user. The last I remember I tucked into a nicely, neat bed
only to wake up with a bed that looks like tsunami had nyemelead. I am one
person who gets pretty tired making beds simply because I don’t understand why
it has to hold me hostage. Drive me down the guilty trip… like “if you don’t make
me, I will embarrass you and you will never hear the end of it… leaving me
untidy after rolling and tossing”. Monologue at its best. Gosh!!! Don’t get it
twisted, I love me a cozy, squashy bed. I love rolling in my bed…
You know, I think we
should have a pact with the bed. You know the way we have mama wa kufua nguo, I
think we should also have a mama wakumake bed. Tsst! But seriously, we only
need to agree that she just doesn’t touch my shoes, bags and cologne and we
shall be fine making beds. The only problem would be having someone visit me
every morning to make my bed. Haha, gets complicated as it goes. I remember
like yesterday how we used to be forced to make beds in boarding school. Ati if
the matron finds folds of whatever kind on your bed you are subjected to
punishment. God know the theatrics when trying to ensure that you leave no
folds…
Lucky are the ones
who have bed mates because you can easily manipulate the other party to make
the bed as you make him/her breakfast. You know those agreements you make as
housemates… for the singles; it’s you and you nudging bed. The easiest way is
to roll up the comforter and cover even those beautiful bed sheets. Who has the
time to make all those endearing designs when the alarm cannot stop going. Worse
still is the weekend. That is when the bed can hang on the chandelier if it so
wishes. You leave your bed with the promise that you shall come back and make
it. You know you won’t but to avoid feeling guilty, you comfort yourself that
the bed is getting aerated. Haha! It’s a lazy Saturday and all you wanna do is
rollup in bed, read a good book and allow the day to just be.
So for me and my
bed, until we get a partner, our pact remains. When I can, you know I will spoil
you to the heavens but when I can't, please understand. Okay!!!
Your dear user…
#chroniclesbedmakingdillema
