Hekaya za Nairobi
I'm minding my business like never before. Seated next to one of our own. She is typical luhya and you can tell from her accent and how excited she is by the little things. She sees Githurai and calls it Gikomba with an excitement you only see on a child's face
Apparently she had K.O'd on the streets so my girl and I walk home wondering why even on the days we should be crawling we still manage to get home? We are too far gone I guess.
#drunk
Hekaya za Nairobi
I'm leaving shift with my gurl, we're making banter, laughing about how her boyfriend has sunken eyes or something(I just made that up) when we get to the stage, there's a lady there being patted on the back probably because she's a good drinker,
with the worst tolerance, technically rewarding bad habits. My girl greets the people with her, she smirks in shock and the drunk chile' lifts her head to look at me. I could swear there was nothing behind those eyes. She was a shell of a person.
@FelixWakavata@wakimuyu I actually think that was intentional Felix ๐. It made sense to me in that sentence and knowing Wakimuyu, that was exactly his intention. I hope๐
It's fun and all however, the stench of hardcore sweat is killing me. She keeps reaching across me to speak to her husband spitting on me countless times and I don't understand, why didn't they sit together? She doesn't know how to count. The Makanga gives her back change ya 1000
"He didn't know who we was or rather he pretended not to. Claiming that he needed to find himself. He was trying to find Nemo but there a lot of theories that support Nemo's non existence. That support chasing the wind. So when he said he needed time to self realize.
I laugh myself a little too much, weak in the knees i didn't have the strength to stop and help. I had a wig of my own and didn't want to share in her demise. Due to that laughter I know she's probably waiting on the day my wig chooses a pole over my head.๐
Hekaya za Nairobi.
We are walking home indulged in conversation trying to move as quick as our feet would carry us with the rains chasing after us. We've become snails, we are existing a little too often where the rain is everyday.
There were three white men behind us trying to probably get their steps in who cackled. I joke about how she would have gotten one of them but now they are worried she had a head that comes off. Yes I said head, not hair before the autocorrect police get here.
Hekaya za Nairobi.
I'm exhausted from the bustle of these streets thinking of a quick fix so I could sleep. I figured guac and bread would do just fine. I stop at a stall buying groceries. It's too cold so I think of "mtori"
I ask whether the raw bananas were good for mtori she stops looks straight at me and asks, "wewe unajua kutengeneza mtori.?" With a very familiar accent. I say yes, my mom was Swahili. It's been years since I spoke about my mother in depth. She says she is from Bomang'ombe.