A rocky start

Listening to Kenny rogers sing Evening star, I can’t help but wonder why he couldn’t sing for more familiar things like North star or DH. Now the shoe business was like a rite of passage. You couldn’t skip some levels, unless you were what we now commonly refer to as ‘dynasty.’ It was more like the evolution theory where you had to move from Homo Habilis to Homo Erectus and then to Homo Sapiens. It could also be described using a food chain. At the bottom, there was the barefoot fraternity, which eventually graduated to Sadak fraternity, then to the ngoma and eventually the DH or North Star. Yo may not want to hear how we used to interpret the acronym DH; Dina Hiū, Dina Hohu, Dina Hīnju and so on and so forth us.
Now moving from one level to another was not an easy task. Lemmi tell you Maina, on Saturday you had to go picking coffee in the coffee estates (macamba), or go digging in people’s farms (gūcimba) or grazing (kūrīithia) for a few pennies. I guess you could sing like uncle Charley ‘Pickin’ my fingers to the blood and the bone…’ Then you’d eagerly wait for Sunday to alive and walk all the way to kīricū or Caka reri and make your purchase. Going by foot while barefooted but coming back adorned in a Sadak or ngoma (canvas shoe) was an accomplishment worth receiving a lifetime achievement award.
It didn’t matter that the Sadak literally burnt your feet as you walked on the tarmack or that when you got home and removed the said shoes, your feet would be piiiuuu. Those next to you would wonder if a skunk (Gacoirī) was within the vicinity. Nevertheless one would wash their feet and the shoes and hop in bed still wearing them. You could hardly wait for Monday to come so you could show off your sadak, or ngoma or north star or DH whichever you were rocking to the whole school.
Well we may have had a rocky start, and maybe we are still not somewhere yet, but right here as I rock these boots on these rocks as Nyamindi river rolls on, I can’t help but feel like I’m rocking my world. Guess the secret is to keep rolling on too.


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.

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