Wednesday, September 02, 2009

A Charmer


Tangled Christmas lights*
Originally uploaded by Lee Ann L..


So everybody got excited about a proposal, and I was thinking how long should this one last. I thought I should at least give it a shot anyway for the sake of my poor mother who I was driving crazy..I actually enjoyed being the run way fiancée, it was the pursuit for perfection. Looking for faults and what drives me away from marriage prospects.


Once again there he was glowing in his dishdasha, back then I never new how lucky I was to see him in dishdasha (why read at end)*. The visit was in my home, he came with a family member and of course I was at home with my family members. My sisters thought, the poor guy what is he geting himself into and this will last give and take a month maybe. Clearly they told me that why a bother to agree meeting marriage suitors anyways. I thought Im all prepared for this meeting and a little I knew that the joke actually will be on me. The man just has this sweet talk and especially to stir mothers heart. Mr. Charming did his homework well. I was all prepared with a list to ask many questions in order to find out if we are compatible and I was ready to attack as soon as I get the opportunity to talk just two of us (okay so did not show around that Im have a question list). So as my mother and other family wanted to give us a chance for privacy talk Mr. Charming declared smoothly that he has nothing to say except in front of my mother and he added smoothly that he regarded my family as parents to him too. That for sure targeted and had won over my mother.

So with that I stuttered with my question and forgotten the other half the list was not in hand. Anyways the good news my mother suggested at end if there is any lingering questions we can always use the telecommunication technology and fire our question by phone. So he stirred again my mum by taking permission to have my number, okay it did impress me a bit. This was impressive being at 30 here I am, my phone number is requested by permission through my mother I thought that was affable in away, however do know what he thought when I gave him my Business card with my contact number.

*After marriage I found out that he loves being in jeans so much that he went in jeans to Ministry to all the places to go in jeans. Its just you don’t go in jeans in government offices where everyone, I mean men dress up officially the least they can wear is dishdasha if you don’t want to wear the full attire. I wonder if that is being rebellion or is it Burundi thing..

As I end here, I repeat who would have thought marriage would have such hilarious side. Its great to laugh at it and keep on living...

(Who knows there is more than this to come, till next time stay smiling)

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Saturday, August 29, 2009

Match Making


dancing matches
Originally uploaded by bıtzı.


Being Omani born in Zanzibar, would love to write a book about or can titled it “Is It Omani, Burundi or Zanzibarian”, the reason behind this getting married to a man who is also Omani but born in area called Burundi. At times it seems such an alien to me. Who thought that although both came from a Swahili speaking background we still vary in many ways.


The story runs in many episodes of funny times and who thought that marriage has a hilarious turns, so I’m here on this ride taking as it takes within its course.



another match point
Originally uploaded by bıtzı.


Match Making
The race was on, reaching my thirties and being unmarried and having a sister younger than me who is already married with a child was a great worry for many family members. So everyone in the family took turns to find me a good suitor. Well, I never said no anyways, the meeting will be set up and after a month it will all fall apart. Suitors were reducing with my reputation and less and less approaching. The best part of this is whenever there is a family wedding, I receive sympathy words “My dear don’t worry, your turn will come soon”. The last of the straw was our neighbour she took the same part of being the match maker. There I was in a sitting room meeting a stranger once again and trying my best to portray qualities of who I am. Personal information was exchanged and who thought that I’m distained to meet what who will be my husband to be.

(Soon to come)

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