Kenya is currently experiencing a hazardous climate which might not favour majority of people. The rate at which people stay indoors explains a lot. You wake up earlier, crane your neck through the window only to meet cold wind which takes you back into the blanket. The meteorological department predicted the kind of a climate we experience daily but most of us took it for granted,pronouncing it as charlatan prediction.
For the past one week, i have been staying in the house from morning to evening just because of the cold. My alarm clock which was set to awake me by five, had already been shut off to prevent any sort of destruction . I just completely wonder how am gonna catch up with this kind of a nasty climate. I don’t know whether its only experienced in Kenya or even other places.
This is the time , i have to start drawing excuses on how i will play around with my lectures who lecture during morning hours. Remember class attendance is 70% and that is what can mandate me sit for end of semester examination which probably might be the end of my schooling.
This climate isn’t that fair to individuals like me who find waking up earlier a crisis. I am asthmatic just for this month , i will be well maybe next month when the cold shall have diminished, this is a statement from my dearest doctor and no compromise! . So to all my class mates , whenever i don’t make it for morning lectures, please just bear with me.
Yes ,yes and yes! This morning i woke up at around 5:09 just to pick a luggage sent by mum from matrimonial home in karachuonyo, I think my instinct never directed me well. Wind was swaying here and there, chunks of running water was all over,little rain was splashing everywhere. I was in a hurry since the person sent by mum was also waiting for me in order to also find his way in a different location.
I decided to follow a shortcut since following the normal way could take most of my time, waaah! What a stale moment, i whined. Chunks of mud scattered everywhere on the surface. My left sharpshooter also had a small hole on the bottom. All the running water percolated into it. Within some few minutes, my handset rung , he was Jusper, a tolerant guy sent by my mum to deliver the luggage. “My friend do you mean bado unatembea? Please hurry i wanna depart”.
That is when i came to my senses and realised that walking especially during a rainy season isn’t a joke. I started thinking whether to border ummoina sacco or not. Even if it was commuting by matatu, where was the money? I had only ten shillings which separated me from being poor and that same cent was the one i was to use for calling back my mom to confirm to her that indeed i got what she had sent to me.
Reaching at muthrwa, market a man carrying a heaving load pushed me aside and i guess he was kamau, i fell down only to realise that my ten shilling was missing. “ son of God , son of Jesus what a unbecoming moment?” I couldn’t let him just go like that, i decided to follow him, trying to explain the kind of a situation he had left me in, only to realized that Nairobi is not migori. “We kijana mjaluo enda uambie raila , mimi si baba yako”. Those were his discouraging words. I couldn’t utter even a sing word again.
Its good that through Gods mercy i managed picking my luggage up to my house.
I later realised that Mr kendo taught and told us something, this world is not that easy to maneuver in it but you have to learn getting used to it. Ha! Up to know i am not worried about the kind of a situation i went through though my ten shillings is still bubbling into my mind, i will go back and look for it, am not kidding !.