I have to give you a low down on what went on with prince edward,it was suppose to be the best day of my poetry career,was it?
Well so the day finally came when i was going to perfom for the earl of wessex,Prince edward himself,I was palnning on this for more than 2 weeks,everyone who knew me and everyone who knew anyone who knew me,knew that i was meeting his highness himself.Everything would have had to go right,right?
I was perfoming somewhere the previous day so i got all my poetry mixed up in my headtook a deep breath and relaxed,anyway it wasn't hat important i ws perfoming for royalty the next day.so i had a new dress made,got my whole india arie thing going on,then my designer calls me,we burnt the dress i cant make another one.breathe,relax!!this is not happening,scream!!!!so look for backup dress,let me not tell you about saturday,lets skip to the actual day.
Woke up at 7,on a Sunday now i had to change my hairstyle,was thinking of going all nubia,but my dress got burnt,my other designer,had gone for a funeral she wasn't exactly near Nairobi,so am all sulky in a cranky mood looking for a dress,go shopping nothing catches my eye,went back wore the same old rags i had,was suppose to meet my manager at 3,so am rushing to go there,when my fellow poet calls me and tells me she wants her invitation card!i rush to meet her,then we went together,to the british council,we reach their,our manager tells us,oh am sorry you guys are suppose to come at 5 not 3!the veins in my head were almost popping out.what!im walking in 6 inch killer heels,ruining my makeup in the scorching heat of nairobi,and your telling me to come back at 5?
went ate lunch,cursed my mager for the next 3 hours,went back to british council,got there saw all the visitors arriving,i got stage right,it wasn't the crowd i was used to perfoming for,oh my God,Marion,look at the crowd,the waiter came passing with wine,he knew what i really needed at the time
gulped it anxiously,then forgot my words,wow of all the days to do that!!!so i go with my papers on stage and look all stupid,then i saw this cute guy i have a major crush on,lets just say i lost all the words in my head,
it was ironic though,the prince came way after we perfomed,after working my ass off for that event,then he showed up later!mama,hold me!!so we got chatting with one of his very cute scotland yard security guys,well you dont have to know about that,all i can say isn't it ironic for a british to be late for his own event?they are known for their punctuality,so i went over to greet the prince let me say it word for word,
"hello"prince edward says
What's your name the prince asks,
he continues and what do you do my dear(well he did not use dear really)
am a poet,
oh!YOU were perfoming for me<
what poem did you do
That's really nice dear(he said it)
so i stared at my hand for a few minutes and vowed never to wash it again,it had greeted royalty,and atleast i had a discussion with him compared to some,anway,
i went back satisfied to the waiter,ate the little bites,drank wine,mingled with my crush,and said my goodbyes to prince edward's bodyguard(very nice,cute bouncers)unlike back here where the bodyguards look all dark and scary,he rushed off.
But all in all he made my day,i mean how many Brits would even come close to greeting royalty,am adding that to the amazing stories my grandkids will be forced to hear.
Royalty and Marion.A wonderful end to a hectic day!