I am not used to
being scrutinized the way they were… Touched… Especially not by a group of
excited guys & chics (Our office is full of extra jovial people) lets say
they decided to play… I don’t know how I can say this without sounding awkward.
It started with one guy punching me on the shoulder, and he went like “You have
grown! What have they been feeding you?” I tried to ignore it coz I did not
want the issue to become a big story. There was a reason I was skiving this
office for the last two weeks. I needed some time to wither a bit coz if I came
in within the first two weeks after my return from Mombasa… It would have been
another big deal all together. I had gained weight. But in the fairest of
terms, I had built some heavier muscle… 6kgs heavier. By now half of it is all
gone. Nairobi is an all new and challenging lifestyle that if I have to grow
bigger… I need to try harder.
I am back to the City
life. Life that starts at 5am and ends at 1am. Its an interesting lifestyle
that had missed when at Mombasa. Mombasa is a lazy town. No offence, they have
every right to, I believe, but that city was too slow for me. Not forgetting that
I landed there at my worst of financial times. Nairobi life is where one is in
constant need to keep moving, to keep up the pace to make a comfortable living.
Just above the line of survival. I arrived here badly in debt. That is three
weeks ago. I was wondering where to start since none of what I had laid a
foundation for could be propagated from the point I left it. So I made a
decision to just leave it and seek other channels to make income. All I needed
for 2014 was to work smarter. 2012 & 2013 was a hard working year. I needed
it. Having no time this year, I needed a bit more smart in my operations. Therefore,
he had to forget home printing and publishing ventures, sale of ladies accessories,
ladies clad, shoes, and photography.
This was a blow since
all that income had to come from another source that wasn’t prepared for it. This
is where the trouble began. I used to think that rent was the most important
thing on the recurrent expenditure list, until January, February and March
happened. I don’t know what happened but I know I never paid these rents on
time… Dodging the house agent is easy the first time but not the second time. Situation
got worse and I had to change my sleeping patterns because I couldn’t simply
just go on exile. Then it reached a point that enough was enough. Commercial
Wednesday had to get back online.
Commercial Wednesday
is so named after the activities I assigned to this day. In my commodity
selling days – Not so long ago, just a few months ago. Wednesday afternoons was
the day I used to walk up and down River Road, Dubois Road, Gikomba & some
warehouse along Mombasa Road to reload my stock or in and out of offices
delivering these goodies ladies really love. I would like to thank all my clients who were part of my life that
time, those I delivered & those I never really satisfied… Ahem. So as I
was saying, I used to restock, or to deliver on this day. The reason Wednesday
was preffered was because, this is a sports day at my College. No classes in
the afternoon (I can hear you asking what I do… Relax, I do everything that I
can anytime that I can) So the Engineering* student is normally free on
Wednesday afternoons. However, there were special cases where I had to do
deliveries on weird days like Tuesday Morning. Such days had to be combined
with appointments in government offices like Sheria house where I was required
to queue for some transaction to take place. Socially I can say I was pretty
banged up since the same mind that couldn’t go to town to make one delivery is
the same one that wouldn’t meet with someone “exclusively”. I mean I had to fix
dates in between “Business appointments”. The disadvantages with working with
borrowed time…
Then today, another
Wednesday, I managed to wake up early today. 5.15am. I woke up on the second alarm.
It was a big, commendable deal since I have been waking up late for most of
last week and this week as well. Blame it on Mombasa. I had Ugali & Skuma –
yester night’s off course and strong tea. I was so fired up. (I eat in the
morning, you can calm your nerves now – it is normal. I guess it was this
bubble of excitement that got me wearing two different shoes, & I had to
walk all the way 6 floors down to realize it. Had I not noticed the dust from
yesterday on the left shoe…? It would have been a day of drama! I went to school,
took a nap for like ten minutes before I floated for the entire triple period
of Engineering Mathematics – Fourier series… that stuff for someone who slept
through integration at all levels, Challenging times I tell you! The period
after tea was spent in slumber. Just on top of my desk, & since they know nothing
else, all my classmates could mention in between my short periods of consciousness
was how well I got laid last night. It’s the first thing that came to mind. According
to them, since I no longer photocopy handouts at night… sex is the only thing
that could keep me up and cause these blackout spells during the day. This is
not the case. The sun at Embakasi is very unforgiving. I wonder what happened
to the breeze that used to blow across the runway. I had the longest walk ever
towards the cafeteria where I almost collapsed. Sun & starvation!!! I was
so starved to realize that even the 100 grammes of meat (70% bone 15% cartilage)
we usually get was missing today… I ate up quickly for I had some work to do
before leaving for town.
The work, was digging holes.
Six holes 1½ Foot deep and 1 foot wide for planting trees. Anybody who knows
the soil composition of Embakasi will tell you that was not an easy job. Black
cotton soil is a bitch this season. Hard as rock! I really sweat it out there…
alone. And one hour thirty minutes later, I was done, sweaty like an athlete
post race. I dread the day I will be at it again filling those holes with loam/
red soil before planting the trees themselves. I also curse the dorks who plant
trees with their nursery wrappers on them because were it not for them, two of
those holes would not have been dug today! They cannot grow!!! Anybody who has
done strenuous work will tell you all the muscles involved suffer some stress
and they tend to swell n eheee…. You look a bit “bigger”. Woe unto the shirt I
left home with earlier in the morning. I filled it and my upper fuselage* was out
there. Which is why when I arrived for a meeting in the evening with people I
have not met the whole of this year… Touching touching happens. All this was
engineered by our director who still doesn’t believe I am not dating & it
was her idea to get the girls within earshot to know that there is someone here
with a softie face who could protect them out there… After most had left, I whispered
in her ear, “I know what you were trying to do” She smiled & my frown was gone,
what I wanted to say to her, even floated off my mind.
KRISCALF EXPOSED
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