Today morning I woke up feeling sick and a friend proposed I go to the nearest hospital. I don’t know why but the thought of going to hospital totally freaks me out. The last time I was there I was injected. At this age, I still fear injections. The pain, I can’t take it but I try my best not to shed a tear. I sit up and start to plan my day. Am the kinda person who sleeps not knowing what the next day plans are going to be. It’s Thursday. I check my alarm and realize am thirty minutes late from my usual wake up time. Damn..This sleep will make me regret why I was born one day!
It hits my mind that I have written so much about how I love sleep that I am now thinking it might be a health issue. Are there doctors reading this? If yes, I have this condition where I sleep very early but waking up in the morning is a problem. It’s like I got no focus of my so-called life. Call me sleepy head, that name suits me so well. But seriously, if there is a doctor reading this, please advise.
Been thirty minutes late, I only have thirty more to prepare and leave for work. I head to the bathroom to take a cold shower. Yeah, I said cold shower with this cold in Nairobi. This is still another issue I have with my caretaker. There is no time for me to make breakfast because showering already consumed fifteen minutes of my time. I prepare as fast as I can. As I am preparing to get out of my house, I get a call from a close friend. She is planning to come for a sleep over at my place during the weekend. These are the kind of plans that make me long for the weekend. It’s been so long since we saw each other and this will be a great chance to catch up.
As I walk to the stage, I ask myself how people make it to wake up that early and open their business. You guys see, when I say I have no focus in life, this is exactly what I mean! Am just living. On my way, I meet my hair dresser, she asks whether I will go see her this Saturday but am not sure. I will get back to her once am out of the office. Am now waiting for the bus and crossing fingers it does not take long.
Am at the stage and realizing that I no longer feel sick anymore. It must have been a passing disease. The kind of disease that gets in you and before you know it, you are feeling better. Oh wait, It might be the ‘I don’t want to wake up sickness’.
In the bus, I stare outside as the trees sway side to side. At this time am fantasizing about what would happen if my life changed in a blink of any eye. Maybe I can try play the ‘Si ndoto cheza Lotto’ and be a millionaire. Am fantasizing about how I have a company of my own and people working for me. Fantasizing about how I live in this big mansion that am yet to visit all the rooms in it and how my life is simple and sweet. This ends when I alight at the bus stop and head to the office.
There is no much to write about work but I love meetings. In the afternoon, I head to town and attend a meeting. Thirty minutes…One hour down the meeting is done. Walking past Koinange street, I feel someone pat my back. I look and see this high school friend calling me. Her name is nani.
We hug and say hi to each other.
‘Hey Louise, Sasa. Aii..na si unatembea haraka ukiwa serious.” She tells me.
(Hey Louise, How are you? You are really walking fast while serious.)
You should all see how serious I get while am alone. Especially when am walking in town and thinking of what to cook for dinner and how hungry I am since eating in town is usually a no-way to me. I don’t know why but the town food has never been my priority and I never consider eating in town unless there is no other alternative.
“Poa sana. Hahaa. Aty serious? I just laugh. Am not good in cracking jokes so laughing is my only option. Nothing would sound wrong like responding back with a dry joke.
It has been six years since we completed high school and if this does not make me realize how old am getting, then I don’t know what will.
“It’s been so long since we saw each other..How’ve you been? What have you been up to?“
“Yeah so long. Shughuli tu mob. Here and there and yeah you know! Life!” I respond.
You would think am the busiest person in town by how I explain to her how busy I am. We are still walking and talking. Trying to catch up on where everyone is nowadays.
“By the way I have noticed, it’s been sometime before you posted on your site. You should know that I usually follow it.”
I was pleased to have heard that. Even after a long day, hearing that someone follows my website and is always waiting for updates makes me feel humbled.
“Aww. Thank you very much am humbled. Will update the website this week and share with you.“
We are heading different directions so we wave each other goodbye and promise to catch up later. I should now head home and nurse my hungry stomach. I head to Tom mboya street smiling and happy that I have seen a high school friend. It feels good to catch up.
I feel good that someone motivates me each new day to keep writing and this is one of the reasons I will not stop expressing myself in words.
Yeah, it’s all for you.
Yeah, you reading this. Thank you.
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