We love the radio very much, even when the high definition amoled screens hadn’t graced our living rooms, she was a real charmer and companion. Back in the days we’d get to kutegea yaliyomo and lunch time music. There were also hours set for just reading greeting cards which ended with ,’KBC ndio nusu ya kuonana.’
I remember that time while in campus and HELB came through and I decided to make my first Veblen purchase. Too bad I paid for that loan dearly. You should have watched my friend and I as we traipsed through Nairobi City’s Luthuli Avenue to shop for the radio. It was a small black Sony radio with a radio cassette player. We had to hop from shop to shop comparing the prices, sizes, colours and shapes. I felt like Brad paisley in the song, ‘mud on the tires,’ where he sings, ‘I’ve got some big news,the bank finally came through.And I’m holding the keys to a brand new Chevrolet. Have you been outside, it sure is a nice night, how about a little test drive, down by the lake? There’s a place I know about where the dirt road runs out.And we can try out the four-wheel drive. Come on now, what do you say?I can hardly wait to, get a little mud on the tyres.’
So after making our purchase and having it wrapped in the carton, we walked towards Commecial stage; my friend was the bouncer so I walked ahead and she walked behind me just to make sure that no thug tried to snatch it from my hands. Not that I would let it leave my hands without a fight. Upon reaching our sleeping quarters in campus we delicately removed the stereo, plugged it on and music blared through the lone speaker. It was a moment of triumph and our room could now measure up to the rest, you know peer pressure and all. I carefully kept the permit in my suitcase and it felt like I owned a title deed that could secure me a huge sum of money from a bank. Every morning before I left for class I’d check twice if I had locked the room and even when going to the washrooms to do the dishes I’d have to lock the room. I was a rich girl now. I remember how on Sunday after the church service I’d hurry back to the room to listen to Kameme countdown. I wouldn’t go to study before the show was over. Music has always been my drug. I get high just by listening to good songs and it’s not just the beats but the lyrics too. I guess I could say like Don Williams, ‘ I just come here for the music, I get lost here in the sound….’
But as much as I loved my radio I don’t think I would nail someone to a tree if they stole it, how about you?

StillThe chronicler.

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.

4 thoughts on “Nailed

  1. Waaah umenkumbusha vile nlikua natolea yangu speakers nkiweka kwa mitungi atreast base na hio beat👍👍👍👌👌

      1. Sema neiba kwenda kwa chief ati hawalali coz ya muziki n kama club,chief(kamwana kanauka gugukania )

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