An amusing, encountering weekend in Oakland,CA.

It all started on a Saturday evening whereby my friend Kabi and I decided to meet up in Oakland, CA. so that we could walk at Redwood Park then head out to Lake Mertitt later on since it has an alluring scenery and I also thought it would be safer to end our walk there just in case. I had even told her I would bring my work flash light with me just to make us feel more secure by checking our surrounding. πŸ”¦

Before we finally met at around 5 p.m, she called me to give me a heads -up that we will only manage to walk at either Red Woods, or Lake Merritt since she was going to dinner with her mate.  πŸ½πŸΊ

Normally, I usually like following the precise plan that I always target for, so that I don’t feel like I’m wasting time. Of late though I have started to grasp the idea of going with the flow. πŸ’ƒπŸΌ

As soon as I gave her the option to choose, we finally agreed that we would walk at Lake Merritt. Since it’s by luck to get a good parking at around the Lake Merritt area, we met at one focal point, ordered a lyft  πŸš˜ type of public transportation and headed there straight away.

Arghhhh!!!! it was a lil chilly 🌀 by the time we got there and I didn’t carry any sweater of mine, for I was assuming it would be magically warm  β˜€οΈ like at my home in Antioch,CA. 

At first when we started walking, I honestly didn’t think that we would walk all around because we were trying to also keep time, ⌚️ so that my friend wouldn’t be late to head back to her boo and get ready for her other plans.


As soon as we started walking in a moderate pace, we saw a group of guys plus ladies on our left side and it seemed like they were coupled up. πŸ’‘ πŸ’‘ πŸ’‘ My eyes couldn’t help, but realize that I might have known two of the guys since they looked so familiar. 

Due to my natural personality, I was so tempted to go introduce myself to them just to feed my curiosity about those 2 gentlemen, πŸ‘¨β€β€οΈβ€πŸ‘¨  but I opted out not too.

Kabi then asked me a question as we continued picking our pace, ” Shiro, would you have gone to say a hi to them?” I then replied to her, yes  πŸ‘πŸ½ of course!,but would approach it in a different way since they had their ” ladies ” with them and I wouldn’t like to rub anyone in the wrong way. 

After walking a quarter mile away, I knew God  β­οΈ would do something magnificent for me. I happened to spot a couple of my guy friends from a distance and when they saw me, they got excited too.

When we approached each other, we gave each other big hugs, πŸ‘§πŸ½πŸ‘§πŸ½ introduced myself to the few others that I didn’t know and finally initiated a conversation with my friends, so that they could get to know each other more; moreover, for her to feel comfortable.


Since we found them hanging outside at Victor’s RV trailer, we were tempted to join their company for a while. They even offered us beer, showed us the trailer inside and out, πŸš› had the chance to take a few pictures, and also had fun dancing a long the African music that they were blasting.

I was even asked by one friend of mine: do you know what’s the name of what Victor is sitting on? I said no. He then told me it’s called the ” pussy seat “, for its curved like one. 😎


It was so tempting for Kabi and I to stick over there and chill with the guys since it was already a relaxing place to be; furthermore, it was warm β˜€οΈ inside the trailer. After a while, we gained courage and discipline and told our fellow friends we had to continue with our journey then we would return afterwards. I felt like I lied to them about going back since we were not quite sure yet.

After marching for a while, we passed by a caucasian woman who was running hurriedly headed towards the direction to where we came from. We therefore halted, watched her and noticed another african american man glanced at her too. As we started giving each other the suspicious type of face with each other including the gentleman, we then asked ourselves, ” should we run too? ” πŸ˜†πŸ˜†

We laughed it off when I said that she must have been chased by a demon. ⚑️⚑️

We didn’t become terrified since there were a majority of people who were exercising there like that particular woman.


We only walked a few steps ahead when I saw two young ladies πŸ‘­ who were sitting down on the steps facing the lake and both of them looked busy jotting down something on their note books. 

Since I’m thrilled to expand my curiosity of writing, πŸ“• I asked Kabi if she would permit me to strike up a conversation with one of the ladies. When she gave me the go – ahead, I thus went and tapped on the lady’s shoulder who was closer to me and commenced a conversation with her.

After getting to know her a lil better, she then asked me if I could spare 5 minutes ⏰ of my time to her,so that she could ask me a few questions. I told her yes! definitely, but I alerted her that my friend was around the corner waiting for me.

Since Kabi was in a position that she could be seen, I waved at her πŸ–πŸ½and asked her if she would like to join us. It was really amazing hearing about Lauren’s background since she moved to Oakland,CA. by faith after she finished her internship an year ago in Berkley,CA.

It got to a point where Kabi and Lauren found that they had a little in common since they are both quite new bees to the Bay Area. πŸ›¬ 🚝 🎒

After exchanging phone numbers πŸ“² and websites, πŸ’» Kabi and I continued our wandering walk. 

By this time we were almost halfway the lake when we saw a picture at a corner that striked us due to the written words were in Swahili meaning I love you. 


If Kabi hadn’t striked a conversation with the older caucasian man 🚢that was there, we would have never known that the homeless man survived from a brutal attack that occurred to him in Oakland,CA. We were thankful that he had survived it and that’s why that poster was among the rest, for his close friends had thought he had passed away.

When we had reached our half way point, I noticed 1 guy πŸ‘±πŸΎ and 2 ladies πŸ‘­ who had worn Ankara types of t- shirts and since they wore a print that we could both relate too, I almost approached them just to get to know them, but I think honestly the cigarette that they were all holding on their hands scared me; furthermore, it was getting colder and darker quickly.

As soon as we passed them, the same guy that we were trying to avoid, 😁 oops! called us out and he asked us politely what was so funny.πŸ˜„ Kabi and I gave each other the bizarre look and headed towards him, for he was also approaching us.

As we were introducing ourselves to each other, he told us his name was Bobo originally from the country of Mozambique. πŸ‡²πŸ‡Ώ He was still inquisitive to know what we were laughing about, and as he flirted with us quite a bit, he told us that he needed people like us in his life, for he noticed and heard our joyous laughter from a distance.

That was a sweet gesture from him. Finally, we honestly told him and the other two ladies about what we had come across about the lady that we thought she was being chased by an unseen force. ⚑️⚑️

We chatted for quite a while and after he insisted on exchanging numbers πŸ“² with me, we left shortly after.

It was stunning to see the lake while walking, for we saw people just relaxing on the grass while they all did different activities like listening to music, eating πŸ”πŸŸ& drinking,🍻 practicing yoga, reading, πŸ“’writing, πŸ–Š sleeping, lifting light weights, πŸ‹πŸΌriding bicycles, 🚴🏽🚴🏽 or just gazing at the lake while they had deep thoughts about their lives.

When we were close to the finishing point, my body started having goosebumps due to the chilly weather. As soon as we saw a road sign πŸš₯ that led us to where we had initially left our car, we almost continued walking towards that way until I had a quick thought of asking Kabi to call her man, so that we know if he had already arrived at home or not.

After they talked to each other, πŸ“±he told her that he was at the lake too and we definitely knew where exactly he was. 

It was around 8 p.m. πŸ•— when we got back to Victors RV trailer and said a hi to everyone who was there before and whom joined later on. 

I hurriedly entered inside since the heater was on, used the restroom, continued drinking my H2O, had a conversation with my friends, and right before we left to go towards our home destination, Sam whose a friend of mine had lifted me up, carried me all the way and almost threatened in a joking manner to throw me into the lake. 😁

As soon as we were dropped off  πŸš— at the house at around 9 p.m., Kabi insisted if I could chill with her and Rickson, for the initial plans had changed and they had to pick up a lady from San Frandisco Airport in aporoximately 1 hour from then. 

Part 2 continuation: …..

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Hello my dear readers, my name is Shiro Thumbi aka crownshi12 on Instagram, and crownshi3 on wordpress.com πŸ˜ƒ I'm a mother, daughter, sister, a friend, freestyle dancer, an inspiring author, blogger, motivational speaker, and an entertainer. πŸ˜ƒ I can't erase all the choices I made in my life, thus why I'm taking this time to blog hoping that my personal stories will help us to talk about it, find better ways to go about it, or at most laugh πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ about them and just move on. Most of my stories are from my rough draft I'm working on my book title named Be REAL and lets' TALK about it. πŸ˜ƒ Moreover, hoping you will enjoy it, learn something from it, and please don't get offended by anything, for I will be brutally honest as God gives me the grace to share with you. πŸ˜‰Depending on the story, I might advise you to put your cocktail down., have a piece of napkin to wipe your tears, or runny nose if need be, or at most have a glass of wine, or a shot of tequila while reading my personal stories.πŸ˜‚ Please feel free to comment, share, and my hope is that we can relate to most of the encounters I have been through. Depending on any situation, if you decide to try. lol πŸ˜‰πŸ˜‰πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ be safe, plus think about it, and please!!!! make wiser decisions than I did. haha cheers!!! πŸ˜ƒ

6 thoughts on “An amusing, encountering weekend in Oakland,CA.

      1. πŸ˜¬πŸ˜€πŸ˜€πŸ˜€ I’m gonna write about that one too. lol that will take sometime coz there were just too many emotions and funny characters happening.

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