New Year’s Eve

Riding on the back of my Uber alone on years new eve, headed to the club got me feeling some type of way. I was supposed to be going to the club with my friend but she backed down last minute, claimed she was tired. I think this is the first time since I came to London that I have really been angry towards a friend. Am mad because we had plans to go together only for her to leave me hanging in the air last minute. But she is her own person and you cant really force someone to do something they don’t want to. I was looking forward to welcoming the new year outside of my room and I was all ready so I called an Uber and left.

Am bursting girl power playlist on my ear plugs without knowing what awaits me. I am however very excited to do this on my own, going to the club alone, welcoming the new year with strangers being bold and not depending on company of another person to have fun.
Happy new year to me!
This year am determined to be me, bold, with nothing holding me back. Its the year of new beginnings and achieving what I have been praying for, even what I don’t really know I need because God knows me best

Fast forward..

I didn’t know that I was this brave till last night.
So I went to the club bought myself a Heineken, and joined the strangers. My first drink, I took it while seated on a table, I still needed a little bit of liquor confidence. By the time I was halfway through my second bottle, it was almost midnight. I had no choice to stand and join the fam on the dance floor, cause as they say ‘in the club, we all fam’. It was countdown to new year time, luckily my lungs were clear and my throat strong so I screamed as loud as I could in celebration, joy and hope for the new year 2025. The whole time I had this thought of knowing and sensing that am about to have new beginnings and getting all my wishes in this new year so I was so confidently happy.
One thing about me, once I step on the dance floor, I ain’t never sitting back down even for a second. I bring the floor down with my dance moves. Am not crazy or exaggerating, but everyone around me find themselves looking at me or joining me in the dancing. I kind of like the attention and the gazing eyes, and so I give them a spectacle to watch haha. Am not a professional dancer to tell you the truth am not really that good but I feel the music inside my heart, my mind ,soul, and body then I dance to the beats. I met few fellow Kenyans there and we had to bring out the odi’ dance and anguka nayo’ for sure. One of the friends I made last night said I was the best dancer he has met in the UK, so there you have it.
Several men grinded on me, one mzungu was obsessed with me following me everywhere even when I left him to dance with my people who got moves. I met men who wanted me I exchanged numbers with several, had fun, and left them wanting more.
I kissed one of them, the other waited with me on the cold outside for my Uber and the other was checking on me every second till I got home. I think that was a perfect night. It was at 5.23 am when I arrived back to my room, went straight to bed after reassuring the concerned souls that I was home safe.
Am so proud of myself, I conquered fear of going out alone, went to a one hour away club, was bold, brave, confident and I was happy. More so my social skills were at peak, that brings me joy. I think I will try and do more stuff on my own.
It’s 2025, year of abundance, blessings, new beginnings, answered prayers, and being in the same space with God, feeling His love.

Flo