Ndo naenda home from KTN.
Natumia expressway, flying at a speed of 200kph. Any attempt to kidnap me will be met with heavy resistance.
Nikifika home nitawashow.
Hii dunia, ukikimbizana na maisha ya watu, pressure itakupeleka mbinguni mapema!
Kuna hoteli fulani along Eastern Bypass inaitwa Afro Sayare. Sisi, Captains wa Chemnjor Airlines, tukiwa Nairobi, huwa tunaenda hapo mid-week to swim and “open up” our nervous systems due to the nature of our work.
Tukiwa hapo, I noticed something strange: we always met a group of middle-aged women we always swam with, na every time kando the swimming pool, waiters always “supplied” them na hizi mzinga za Matajiri. So, I always wondered ni kazi gani huwa wanafanya, juu they looked moneyed na hawakuwa na presha ya maisha.
One day, after “accidentally” showing one of them how to do the backstroke style after she admired me swimming like a dolphin, nikamuuliza “live live” anipatie siri ya maisha, juu already nimeingia midlife crisis na bado niko kwa program ya “hand-to-mouth” na ya “do me, I do you.”
She laughed hysterically, and when she finally recovered, she told me that it wasn’t because she was smart or had a secret to wealth; their grandfather aliunda mali during the “coffee boom” in 1976, when they smuggled coffee from Chepkube in Uganda and built several rental properties in Kamakis and along Thika Road, na wakaachiwa hiyo mali. Kazi yao tu ni kuona rent imelipwa online na kufanya some small repairs here and there.
I remained silent, nikilia kwa ndani nikimeza machozi, nikijiuliza, "How could I tell her that my grandfather, during that same time, alikuwa anapiga sherehe na Slayqueens wa post-independence era hapo Moiben, na the only thing alituachia kama grandkids ni jina na damu ya hasira?"
Si mpendane tu huku nje. Mnunulie maua. Pelekaneni on cute dates. Communicate intentionally. Fanyeni tabia mbaya seriously. Apologise. Itaneni malenge na big head. Finish her plate. Buy him a football jersey. Andikianeni mabarua.
Small small things.