I have never been a special child; you see like those kids in kindergarten that the other kids and teachers like on a day one in school- those that stand to be the center piece of everything; when they aren’t around, then the event is not even complete- those that all the teachers make their favourite, and asks them to collect books instead of the class prefect? Those that everyone wants to get associated with at work.
I have never been that person, or at least I think.
The world is quite a mysterious place, there is how nature chooses people and sometimes it just leaves you out, just you.
And I know that’s unfair and discouraging. And sometimes we bomb our minds with lots of questions which most often do not have answers.
A few weekends ago, I met some two friends of mine, very bright chaps, very intelligent and all of it π
. Well, since we left college, neither has been lucky enough to get something to stream in income in their lives.
One opted for boda boda- he’s from kakamega and you know those people with boda boda. I think their ancestors must have loved riding π ( you Gerrit, if you don’t Gerrit forget about it)ππ He parks at the gates of the Mega Mall- ‘quickmart’ as known to Ingo people.
Well, you are probably wondering what the other does, he got a driving job with the Wasili cab company and he loves his job; you won’t know he’s a graduated civil engineer!
Well, my friend who rides boda boda is an economics major, graduated.
So, we get all excited meeting each other and laughing at every single said word.
I am not actually a funny person π and if you find me one, then I force it. They did much of the talking. I love listening to people, I love learning how people see life. Ten minutes innit, we forgot that the menu had been dropped on our table. Btw, why do people even read menus? That thing would make me walk out of the cafeteria because the monies pasted for one meal there can feed me for two weeks, two good weeks in my bedsitter π
β¦ A cool kid in my contact info is actually not relating but we move.
So we order some chips kuku and fresh juice like the millennials we are. Ooh, we are at the famous Morgan’s coffee house.
The economics major guy, let’s call him Denis was the first to dig in his meal and then he cracks a joke about it.
“Napenda kuku lakini kuikula na chips is where I draw the line”
πππ We all laughed, I mean that was funny. Denis wanted ugali- which not available in this cafeteria. Then we tell him to go down to ‘Lucina’- a local joint in Town- and buy a take away ugali so that he can enjoy his meal. He chimes in with,
” but ata kuku yenyewe haina supu”
πππ I almost choked on my juice I swear. Denis is quite the guyπ . He always knows how to make people laugh and be happy. The other guy, Eduu, was not a so social person, but he tried, at least when with me. He also talked, one or two things. One thing about him, he never talks about himself, a very calm but crafty man. Life has made him that- crafty. We do alot of catching up and asking each other how life is and you don’t want to know that it turned out to be a whole therapy session.
After one hour and thirty minutes, Eduu said he needed to get back to work, so he switched on his work phone, to take orders from clients who wanted to be driven in all sorts of destinations. As he waited for one, he tells us about a client he had yesterday night who wanted to be dropped in some hotel in Ikonyero ( some kakamega names can send you to your gravesπ ) called Jamindas.
There was nothing fun about him, but the fact that he decided to start telling Eduu his life and how messed it was took him aback. He told us that he thought married people, more so of his age are people who had figured out life- but it was exactly the opposite. That man couldn’t stand his wife who is always talking- Isukha women will always talkπ those ones will even beat you. Well back to the man, he then escaped home in the name of having to meet his friends over some business matter. So he didn’t have any mistress, or slay queen or whoever, he was just going to sleep in ridiculous hotel room.
I have had the taste of good hotels but also a ramshackle of itβ¦I mean some hotels are ghetto; very small bathroom, a bar soap that is in funny shapes and no or almost some small pieces of tissue.
I honestly felt for this man.
Just when I wanted to ask Eduu if he got to ask him a few questions, his phone got a notification and it was a client in Golf hotel. He had to leave. And that was a huge suspense, but I hope that man gets the peace he needs.
So we sort the bill and I ask Denis to drop me to some place within town, upon which we leave Morgan’s.
My story will end here!ππ.
Eduu and Denis are people in kakamega, please when you have to use bodaboda or Wasili cab, treat those people nice, Denis told me how some lady sneered at him today in the morning, and honestly that hurts! Let’s make life bearable for everyone!
Adios ππ
Lynne π