I finally went natural. Two and a half weeks ago. I cut all the treated hair myself waits for you to finish clapping. To my surprise, the natural hair beneath the treated one was healthier, thicker and curlier than I expected. And I loved it more than I thought I should have. I even mentioned to a friend that it would have been a new found addiction.
My barber * I’m not sure I will get used to this* told me I looked a lot like Lupita. I shrugged it off thinking he probably tells that to every other girl he gives a cut * does that even make sense*. When ten people, yes I counted –I don’t receive torrential compliments every other day; IN A DAY tell you the same thing you might start to believe it. I even thought of being her doppelganger. I basked in the glory and I just thought to myself that was the closest I would get to Lupita anyway.
A friend asked me to go pick up her invitation to the afternoon with Lupita as she spoke rather had a conversation about the arts in education. It was close by to where I would run errands so I said yes. (What are friends for?) This was the closest I could get to Lupita yet she was in the country, in town.
I have never envied a doorman, valet or a waitress at Kempinski as much as I did then. Thinking someone had been specifically assigned to her room service since she had snuck into the country earlier (clever girl that one) than her expected arrival on Monday. A photographer I know had taken a photo of her under heavy guard and disguise. But they were arrested and forced to delete the photo. I will have to interview him some other day so that he narrates to me the juicy ordeal. That’s some blockbuster drama right there.
However, what wouldn’t I have done for a selfie with the first Kenyan to receive an Oscar though? I’d have been fired already anyway if I worked there. I couldn’t have contained the excitement of being less than a foot away maybe even having a conversation. The closest I would get to Lupita. I dreamt it a few times I have to admit, probably that way her awesomeness could rub off. Or the success even. Considering she is born in March, is a Pisces and she pretty much has had her fair share of eccentricity as I have, the closest I ever got to Lupita.
I finished my errands and went to pick the ticket at the GoDown art centre which has a beautiful massive street art mural at the wall of my girl Lu. Bank-slave is such a genius though. That was beyond any of the well thought caricatures and artworks I have ever seen. #BloggerThumbsUp anyone remembers #twitterbigstick, but let’s carry on. As I was waiting for the list to be fished out, I asked if I could get an invite or if it was too late. Long story short, I got the invite and I was getting closer to Lupita.
On the day of the event, I got into the amphitheater at KICC and it was already ‘full’. I mean everyone had saved seats for their fifteen friends trooping in when the event is already over. SMH* anyway, I kept moving from chair to chair until I sat so close to where she would seat. It was refreshing. I felt important for a while and felt sorry for those who wouldn’t let me have a seat. evil laugh
Her father walked in casually and nobody moved a muscle, as if he was some stranger who walked in after withdrawing some m-pesa downstairs. No waggling tongues or craned necks yet he is the one who paid all that school fees. Not even a selfie. Sigh* such is life.
Then she walked in, with all the poise and grace she got from Rusinga School to Yale! She looked like a queen in her own right and everyone stood up clapping without even being asked to. She truly earned the standing ovation. So funny that ever since her Patsy role a year ago, we still are in awe of all the accolades she bagged and still is bagging.
We clapped on a minute too long and she stood there in the middle like she does on the red-carpet taking it all in. no phone in hand to fondle with or purse to awkwardly clutch to as everyone in the room claps and claps and claps until you are like “ that’s enough claps for another 3 years.”
See, her sitting space was just next to mine only separated by a fleet of stairs on both sides and I kept praying she would use the one’s next to me so that I would have gotten very close to Lupita but she didn’t. When she was done with her speech and answering Q&A’s, the MC denied us all selfie requests but I saw Peter the brother, serial selfie crasher. I shamelessly walked up to him and asked for a selfie; which he warmly agreed to. That was the closest I got to Lupita for now. Until she presents me my Oscar a few years from now, then I can stop her and be like “come here girl, this selfie has been a long time coming”. Or even work on the same set. Who knows? But my dreams are valid, aye?