She is my BFF; my best friend forever. I am never ashamed to say this despite the fact that you may think it is silly for a grown woman to refer to another as such. We have had our ups and downs. Lots of them, that’s how I know it’s real.

Despite the distance, despite the long silences, despite personal successes and troubles, she will always make me smile. Whether it is over Google Talk, Twitter or Facebook, I will forget that she moved to a faraway town in that minute of typing away on my keyboard to pour out my heart to her. I have claimed that someone stole her away from me many times but it is really not true. (I am sure he will burst into an evil laugh if he ever reads this.)

Yes, I kept this. Kill me later. 🙂

It started out in class four, I think. I’d always been fascinated by this girl I met when I moved to the school in class three. I gathered up courage and wrote a letter to ask her to be my best friend (Those days you had to have a best friend because teachers would ask you to write a composition about him/her. There was no way I was going to write about a friend and all the while she did not even think of me as hers. I had to make it official!) As fate would have it, she was glad to accept the request. Happy, happy me! Now I had the coolest best friend in the school.

From there on, we were inseparable. Reciting entire lines from movies during break time (Parent Trap was our favourite), beating each other to the school latrines (lol), writing ‘novels’ titled the ‘Adventurous Duo’ where Carrie and Eve went on awesome adventures, becoming girl guides, beating each other in studies. Hand in hand all the way to class eight.

Urging each other on, we were the perfect example of the proverb iron sharpens iron. We were admitted to the Alliance Girls’ High School together! She landed in 4X, I in 4W. As if that was not enough, she was a member of Bruce House, while I was in Dorcas Luseno. Bummer! I kinda felt that this would be the end of it all. Fortunately, nothing could keep us apart. We joined choir and the rest is history. I owe choir more than just the joy of singing, it kept Evelyn close to me J

Evelyn was the epitome of focus. She was the math guru in the class of 07. Girls in lower classes looked up to her in a way I envied. I remember the girls in her house loved her so much, they made her Deputy House Captain. This drove her mad for reasons that were closely tied to her goals. She felt this was not it for her. When this girl is determined to do something, you had better move out of the way. Eventually she calmed down and performed her duties perfectly. One of those moments I remember being there for her, which cannot even compare to the moments she has been there for me.

She has dealt with my numerous stupid tantrums. We could go for music festivals where she would disappear with a boy. I would get so mad for being ‘dumped’ but she never ever went like ‘Carol, grow up!’. She stuck with me (Yes, I was a ‘breezer’, a major one at that). She’d leave me notes on my locker before night preps, she made me work on my studies (unknowingly of course). There’s something about having a friend who’s better than you, you are always challenged and have no choice but to be better.

High school was done and it was time for us to roam the earth for two years before JAB came calling. If I began writing about what we did, I will never finish. I have to mention a few though. Evelyn was the reason I joined Facebook. She came and told me about this cool thing she had heard about that I just had to join. She never passed on a chance to pass her awesomeness to me. She cooked for me enough times. I have never told her this, but I have always looked upon her as that big sister I never had. I remember the day she walked me around Kikuyu to fill my HELB form because I could not do it alone. (Seriously, what would I do without you?)

We are coming to the end of our university years. These are the years we were completely strewn apart, 332km to be exact. This is why delivering gifts is now harder. This is a half truth, however, since I have received loads of help from her via the awesomeness that is the Internet. My research project kicked off backed by her advice. The beauty of the distance is that, this bright girl made me realize that in this digital age, awesome electronic gifts are timeless.

On my 23rdbirthday, she gave me a beautiful gift, an out-of-the-box gift. She’s a geek, a beautiful geek, so she made me an android app. The app unfolds into a short story about me with pictures and a Lecrae birthday song playing in the background. Like seriously!!!! How in the world did she even find a birthday song by Lecrae! (I did not even know it existed until I heard it in the app. I did not even tell her I did not know. I was completely blown away!) She gave me this geeky gift, I give her my electronic gift in the best way I know how, writing.

You are probably bent over some code or scrolling through notes for your exams. All the best in that, ace them as usual! As you begin another chapter in your life, may it be your best yet. I think it is so cool that you step out there at the exact time you celebrate your birthday. You will be great, you always have been, you always will be. Happy Birthday! May God bless you beyond your wildest dreams. You deserve so much more than a blog post, you know that, right? One thing I can tell you though, the words in that class four letter came to pass. You have made me “the happiest girl in the whole universe”.

All my love,  +Evelyn Muthoni Mwangi.

You can kill me now.

Written by Shiku Ngigi
Mum and dad's daughter. Shouting big sister. More than a Facebook friend. Jesus Freak. Wannabe Tomboy. Mouse Potato. Earphone Junkie. Texts over calls. Writes the way she talks.

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  1. simon gitonga April 9, 2015 at 7:47 am Reply

    This is so selfless. To be honest I thought life and its aggressive ness eroded the simple virtues and innocence that came with being boys and girls .much respect

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