Projectile

The raging heat as you travel through the expanse Mbeere district on your way to Masinga dam neither prepares you for the breathtaking view nor the cooling breeze that hits your face. This serene place offers a great place for picnics or meditation. The cooling breeze as the wind blows across the waters conjures deep memories hidden in my subconscious. It’s a hot sunny Saturday. We’ve spent the whole morning grazing the cattle and now we have to take them to the river for to obey their thirsts. The sound of the river’s hum as we approach is calling onto our heat ridden bodies. We can’t wait to dive into the river for a swim. Somehow, we are more excited than the cattle. No sooner do they get down to their drinking business than we cast of our clothes and dive into the river. The cool river waters are not only therapeutic but also mesmerising. We enjoy some ‘science of stupid’ here and there. A little diffraction here and a little reflection there. We also try to make our biological clocks tick faster by ‘kūrūmithia njūrūris on our hardly there breasts. Soon enough our bodies have cooled off and the grand plan comes to mind. We spot a sack that is normally used to carry nappier grass for the cattle and has been left lying on the ground. Immediately Asusena and I are dragging the sack through the dark and deep river banks. From experience, we’ve learnt that’s where the fish hide. After a few empty attempts lady luck is smiling at us and the sack comes out full of fish like in that Bible story even though fish here means finger size fish, the size of ‘Omena.’ We are however out of the water dissecting the fish and removing the eyes. Dissection might have seemed like a new topic in high school, but not to us. We already have PHD in surgical procedures. Once home its tippy toes trying to sneak the tiny fish into the kitchen. By good luck, Mama is not around and it’s ‘celebrate good times come on!’ The frying pan is already on the fire and ‘pika kwa kimbo’ is not lucky this time round. Its deep frying all the way even though we might have to boil the vegetables for dinner tonight. Who cares though, it’s our time to eat. What is in the stomach does not report itself so when Mama comes and sniffs around, she doesn’t like the smell of fish by the way, we have the audacity to look as innocent as a lamb. The crime scene is thoroughly cleaned up; not even the FBI or CIA would have anything on us, except that’s when the cat decides to choke on a fish bone. Mama like the paramedic she is performs the Heimlich and the bone launches from the cats throat at a projectile motion that only my good old classmate, ‘Maheni Wa Mucangi’ can help me calculate. The only thing I recall you in Physics is anomalous expansion of water. It’s a run for dear life as Mama chases us holding a finger euphorbia branch. We spot a nearby thicket and hide as we wait for the sun to set. We’ll go back carrying firewood as a peace offering and the three last fingers crossed. This last bit has somehow hypnotized Mama and she seems to have forgotten.
Song of the day, ‘Mama tried.’ Merle Haggard.

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Published by Nyar Kaheti

Born and raised on the picturesque slopes of Mt Kenya, Nyar Kaheti is your girl next door vibe kind of girl. She enjoys reading, writing, hiking, and listening to country music among other things.

8 thoughts on “Projectile

  1. Eti mama like paramedic whattt?? Maheni Wa mûchangi uko wapi fafanua hii physics🙄🙄🙄Then🤞🤞🤞how were we crossing, Hellen Wa mama ndûndeithie haha😂😂😂

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