Hey, there’s so much to words that I think people never get to think about. Oh, I hope you’re holding up well so far and you’re putting up with your new year resolutions even though both of us know we suck at that ha ha! But all the best, fam, all the best. As I was saying, words are a force that nobody knows how well to control. Heck! Nobody can control those.
Last year, I had a great time. The entire year, oh my, that was a good a year. I’m speaking generally because I kind of like keeping the good memories more than the bad. Good memories are what everybody needs because life lived is a collection of memories. What kind of life would you want to live?
The year had it’s ups and downs but I enjoyed when I had to, I was sad when I had to, I was angry when I had to be and I was what I had to when I had to. I remember one time, I was very confused because I wanted to avoid people and the only way to do that was to remain where I was. See, I was going to stay alone for a week. No one to talk to in particular, I would have my laptop and some few movies and series that I’d watch until my hibernation period was over. I also was going to be doing this thing where you wash all utensils in the house, then single out one cup that you’ll use to drink any drink; water, juice, tea, porridge you name it, that was the cup. That’s because no utensil was going to get used, ndio nani aanze kuosha vyombo?
And it was a good plan. Up until my girlfriend find out. OK, I told her. Because I talk to her. And everything became great! That was the best one week of my 2015 and also that day I slayed a SportPesa bet on the first bet. No details cos I don’t want to bore you.
So, on Saturday – it started on Saturday, she packed her stuff and off we went. The house we lived in, was owned by a pastor who had strict rules about two people of opposite sex sharing a room. Now, before you get started boiling hapo with bile ati the worse threat is having people of same sex share the room, let me give you some back story. The pastor once had a female tenant, who aborted and disposed the poor fetus in the garbage which the pastor stumbled upon while cleaning his compound (I know you’re dying to say cleanliness is next to godliness so, this is your chance, knock yourself out) and that’s how that rule came into existence. Come to think of it, what if the lady got pregnant somewhere else and then she came to her rented house at pastor’s… #ThingsThatKeepMeAwake .
We’d broken many rules together already so, this one was easy. Bring her in during the day, then that was it. Easy. So easy that I had to seek some thrill out of this. At around 7PM, a tad-bit dark. The nduthis speeding by will momentarily remind you that it’s time to wind up the day. The sunset will cast a yellow shade to the sky in the horizon and I don’t know about you, but that sunset always looks like it don’t want to go away. If you’ve ever had a floater in the loo, you’re getting what I say. But despite this light-of-a-dying sun, the pastor would step out of his house with a torch and walk outside our house. His first stop is the incomplete part of his building. He will inspect that for a few minutes and then walk around, I dont know looking at what, and then back to his house.
But you know pastors. You’ve heard them speak in buses as you walk by the roadside he he! because they have the right voice for the job. And they sort of don’t know how to switch it a notch-low cos you know, not everywhere there’s a congregation reverend. But in the spirit of consistency, keep that fire burning!
My neighbor hears the pastor moving a piece of wood. She opens her door and waits for him to finish so that she can say “hi” and some other stuff I’m not allowed to tell you. What? Sasa wewe nikikuambia kila kitu… she wanted her sink fixed or something 😀 The pastor calls her out, they talk, my babe and I are hearing it all so we reduce the music volume and keep silent. Actually we held our breathe. Then pastor walks by. Stops by our window as if he the detector alarm on his ‘opposite-sex fellows together in your house’ has gone off. I’m compelled by thrill to go and ‘keep him at peace’. Babe ducks into the closet shwaa! I open the door just as pastor is about to knock, the conversation goes something like:
PASTOR: jambo, nimeambiwa utakuwa unakaa hapa?
ME: (stretching out my hand for a handshake) yeah ni sis… ni mimi nitakuwa nakaa hapa.
P: (lifting up one finger, KANU-style) usijaribu kuleta msichana hapa! Sitaki tukosane.
At this point I was expecting him to push me aside and burge into the house because I had been stretching out my hand all that time, and he looked keen to get done with an inspection.
M: Haina shida, tuta… nitakaa tu pekee yangu.
P: (Patting me on the shoulder) sawa! Hiyo ni mzuri.
Then he notices my hand hanging in the air.
P: Nini mbaya? (pointing the torch to where my hand is pointing) kuna shida yeyote? Naona umepoint hapo ndio…
M: (I had to inerrupt the guy) hapana. Kila kitu iko sawa. Asante.
Back into the house.
Babe is still in the closet. She was well concealed and morphed in with the clothes that you couldn’t tell a beautiful soul was lingering in those tailored heaps of cotton. I tell her to come out cos you know, she’s straight and it wont be news when she comes out of the closet drops Mic
There are times you think that you’ve everything you want. It’s a moment in time. But in that moment, everything falls perfect into place. The words you say are the right words to be said, when you smile, it describes everything in your soul. It’s a moment in time when you are silent and everything feels correct. That is what that week was for me. And I loved every bit of it. I’ve never told anyone this but it was the one time in my life I really considered eloping with somebody’s daughter. To the outside world I just seem like a normal guy, but inside, I’m a piece of art crafted by tenderness and kindness of a beautiful soul, a human being I would do anything for.
I hear people change. It’s true. I don’t know if I changed but I know, I always do things that would bring happiness to both of us. I prefer using words to convey the point to people like you who might never get to know me, not so that I can show off of what I am, but to encourage you to make good memories. Oh! I made pretty bad memories, and that was all cos of words I said. And I regret some of those memories ever happening but you know me, words are a force I choose to rarely use, so I put everything I want to achieve in actions, cos there, there I got control.
P. S. :
If babe ever reads this, know I was bored and you’d not replied my text; hiyo ya msee alichapwa juu ya kudandia story ya wenyewe. That thing was funny, you should have seen that guys face after apewe social discipline, so, I started thinking in past tense.