Things have been oh so off the curve. I have not seen Shiri – the whole month. There was a lot to be done at the parish – I had to be part of the priests selected to officiate in the requiem mass of the fallen environment minister. Those state obsequies are a hell to prepare for. Then I ended up at the Resurrection Gardens for a whole fortnight with college students from several colleges for a retreat; and the hell of all derailments the bishop send me to Mombasa to run an errand for him, something the pope wanted him to do since the archdiocese of Mombasa is a headless chicken because its archbishop resigned.
I almost called Sister Batel (another Israeli) to revive our on-off-on relationship in a night of passion.
But then the rollercoaster came last Thursday when Shiri called me and told me that she was going to Israel, for business. Damn the damn devil! I was hoping to have F-U-N by the end of the week. Well, I have no problem with waiting for her. On second thoughts, Sr. Batel would suffice.
You know, Shiri is this alpha female (and a femme fatale to her résumé) who has made it in almost every field: she is a quasi-Managing Editor of the Israeli Yedioth Ahronoth media house that, in conjunction with Aljazeera, opened an African branch in Kenya where she is the Managing Editor; she has started this software company – Mystery Technologies – where she is both the Director and Company Secretary and she is an author – she has written two best selling anthologies of poems and is currently writing a fiction novel set in Kenya and Israel.
Shiri is one gentle soul you can’t fail to long to be with. Despite all her accomplishments and successes in life she lives a very normal live, methinks. She’s so humble that she could tie your shoe strings without being asked. You just need to be with her to get the template of humility.
What I don’t like about this whole thing is that I am lying to her. I would love to please her, be with her always – but I know she would be hurt big time when she knows that I am a priest.
As I write this I miss her like crazy. I hope I don’t hurt her – though this is inevitable. I am denied such satisfaction-giving by my vocation, and I am a rogue priest on the verge of being excommunicated when the pope hears this.
In the meantime, lemme live – tomorrow never dies.
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