I never used to believe in love at first sight until I saw my first house. It wasn’t what I was looking for but when I saw it, I knew it was exactly what I wanted. I remember looking at it for the first time, the small, narrow empty rooms, the pink walls, the small balcony, tiny tiled bathroom. It doesn’t sound like much but for me, I knew I had found my new perfect home.
When I was moving in, I didn’t have any furniture though interesting enough, I had a DVD player and my 14”television set from Campus. I bought a small bed for my small bedroom and with only my clothes and abnormally large collection of shoes, I moved in.
I didn’t have seats and so I had to sit on the floor to watch TV and I couldn’t cook since I didn’t even own a stove and I didn’t even have utensils. It was my own little paradise though; I couldn’t wait to get home every evening.
Over the next few months, I have bought pieces of furniture, at least now I have a sofa set, a coffee table and a few other necessary items. I love my art, it’s not sophisticated but it has sentimental value. On my TV trolley I have a lot of sea shells; they all represent different people in my life. There the odd looking shells from my friend Anita, the double unique shells from Alex, my ex’s best friend, the smooth shells from Katrionah my high school friend. Apart from the sea shells, there is the wooden giraffe carving from my best friend Juliana, the soft beautiful art stones from my other best friend Carol, the beautiful photo frame from my friend Tim and a beautiful glass statue of the tallest building in Dubai that was from my child hood friend Solomon. I have a few paintings that I bought as an appreciation for my artistic side. There are other random items on my walls from friends and workmates. My bedroom walls are filled with pictures of the most important people in my life. I also have this gorgeous wall clock that was a gift from my best friend Ondipo who i have so many wonderful memories with in that house.
I guess that’s why I love my house so much. Every single item tells a story. From the gas cooker that was a present from a colleague who won it in a golf tournament, to the curtains that I bought with my campus roommate for our room, the carpet that I bought for my campus room and the other one that I bought at such a great bargain that perfectly matches my seats.
I love this house, it’s the only place I find peace happiness, where I can be myself. It’s my own little paradise, this little house of mine.
PS: I wrote this article in 2008 just after i had moved out of my parent’s home to my first place in Kasarani. It was so tiny but i love that house with everything i had. The sitting room was such that all visitors had to sit facing each other with feet touching. There was no space at all. The bedroom had only space for my 3 by 6 bed and a little standing space but dancing or any sudden movements would have resulted in injuries.
So many memories were made in that tiny place. It was also quite a journey furnishing the house with my then salary of Kshs. 15,000. I wouldn’t trade that experience for anything though because it reminds me of where i started from.