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I could not think of a subject. I hope this does for now until further notice. Anyone with suggestions on a suitable title for today's post, please let me know.

I'm still hurting from June's death. But its funny how the world expects you to go on. Then again, who said it would stop.

I had a nice day today. The sun was shinning. It was cool, colder than I would have liked but nice nonetheless. I was taken out to lunch by a new friend. A young Kenyan man. Gorgeous. With locks on his head. MMMMM...

When I came back I told another gorgeous Kenyan man, dark skin and clear mind about my lunch date. We sat and talked about love, marriage and the stuff relationships are made of.

I believe in polygyny AND polyandry.

For one reason. It was not a denial of the fact that it is human to be interested in more than one person.

Both men, beautiful, in and out. Intelligent.

Then I began to think about expanding the boundaries, what small close knit communities do...in breeding. How islands are populated. Female companionship. More than companionship.

Who makes the limits to what a person can share with another? Is it me and the person in the relationship, my religion or my family?

Then I realised that I was wasting time thinking about this when I could be getting to know my two Kenyan men better...and maybe...

June Nyanchoka

Sometimes we take the ones we love for granted. Sometimes we take our love for them for granted. If I could go back to next week I would. I would so that I could see her again. Just so that I could let her know that the fight we had sometime back did not affect our friendship. To let her know that what she has done to keep our other friends together is remarkable.

My friend, my dear friend died in a car accident on Sunday morning on April the 2nd 2006.

June I love you and miss you...yet you don't feel too far.