The last in this series; I am sorry for ending this series; but I AM glad for all that you have enjoyed thusly! Thanks for your kind reviews on my fair tales; I have really enjoyed doing this series!
*M'buti may write another tale in this series; who knows? So this series may NOT be done JUST yet! :D
I will continue my other writes; so stay tuned for more from me! :D
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We went to the fair yesterday, meaning my husband, Roberto, our three children (Jubaki, aged three, and our infant twins, Kibarake and Eshe'), and myself, and we all had a good time for the amount of time we were there. We were at the fair for a good part of the day, but towards the later part of the afternoon, my blood pressure started acting strangely, and I got terribly dizzy, so we had to leave earlier than we would have liked. (I have low blood pressure, and if it dips below a certain point, I can get very dizzy, and I can pass out if I don't get help. Thankfully, I didn't pass out, but I did get close once, and I had to go to the first aid station so I could rest and get some oxygen. About an hour later, I was okay, but I wanted to go back home, so I could rest further. I wasn't feeling my best, and my husband knew that when he looked at me. Plus my stomach was aching, and it felt like I had to vomit. I was rather nauseated.)
When we went to the fair, Roberto took Jubaki on some of the gentler or kiddie type rides; and then he brought Jubaki back, and he went off to ride some of the thrill-rides while I watched Jubaki and the twins. I wasn't about to get myself on some of those gut-wrenching things; they made me sick just LOOKING at them, and I still don't know HOW my husband can ride those NASTY things! YIKES! :(
After Roberto had had enough of riding the thrill rides, we then went to see some Maasai dancers. They were very good, but I got sad when I heard their beautiful singing and saw them dancing their adumu, or jump dance. It made me think of my former home back in Kenya, Africa, and it also made me think of Mama and Baba, and I started to cry, but Roberto held me in his arms, and he said that we would go back to Africa again as soon as he could save up some more money. We even met the Maasai dancers afterwards, and they were most impressed with me. They were surprised to see a Maasai woman in America, but they were glad that I was here, and they said I was very beautiful, which made me turn all red in the face. (I think I am ugly still, no matter what anyone else may say!) They talked to me in Maa and everythng, and I understood every word they said to me. They were really nice, and they told me that they were visiting the fair and America, and that they were from the town of Arusha.
Jubaki loved the dancers, and he delighted them in his attempts at speaking Swahili and trying to do his version of the adumu. (Being a small child, he doesn't jump that high, but you have to give him much credit for trying. He is such a smart and very active little boy, and I love him more than words can ever say!)
The babies were both very good; they hardly cried (unless they were hungry, wet, or poopy), and they enjoyed watching the people from their world; they were especially fascinated with the Maasai dancers and their bright costumes and jewelry. They laughed the entire time the Maasai dancers performed, and they didn't take their young eyes off them for one second. They love being out with us wherever we go, and they are discovering so much about the world about them. They are very placid, alert, and inquisitive babies; and Roberto and I are indeed very blessed with the twins. They have brought us so much joy!
We did see Loretta on Saturday evening; she put on a good show, and Roberto just loves her and her music. He has seen her at least 100 times; he first saw her as a little boy back in Dallas, Texas, just before he moved to California; and he remembers that show well because he fell off the stage when she called him up, and he cut his chin open. He still has the scar on his chin even today; and this is why he remembers the incident so well even now.
We got to meet Loretta, and Loretta was delighted at seeing us again; and she just fell in love with the kids. Of course, the kids had no idea that they were meeting a famous person; they just knew her as a very friendly lady who was pretty, and they laughed when she gave them hugs and kisses.
We came back to the fair yesterday, and we would have stayed as long as we did on Saturday, but my screwy low blood pressure decided to act up again, and I got sick; so we left by eveningtime. We did have fun, and Roberto DID get to ride his scary rides again, so he was happy. And the kids did enjoy seeing all the people and enjoying the sights and sounds of the fair, so they were happy too, even the babies.
We are going to have to do it again another day. (The fair ends in about a week and a half; the last day is something like the 17th of this month. So there are 11 more days left of the fair; it goes on for something like three weeks here.) Hopefully, my blood pressure won't act up again; there is nothing more frustrating to have to leave the fair (or ANYWHERE, really!) earlier than planned because my health decides to act up again, and then I end up getting sick!
HOPEFULLY, the next time we go, we can stay LONGER!
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