Halted.

I would have become a physicist were it not for Maheni Muchangi kunipiga character development when we were schooling at Kaheti Boys. Dude scored 95% when I scored 45% like those 45 pockets in Githuruarī gīakwa , sorry gīa Kamande wa Kīoi. The one in which he used to put 50 cents in each pocket. So now I only watch Science of Stupid on Nat Geo and the anomalous expansion of water in my fridge from a distance. Hiyo physics ingine niliachia wajukuu (grandchildren). I know you are wondering whether I lied that I went to Can Go Free High School (Kangūbiri.) Well I did but only my body went with me. My mind and spirit were always in Kaheti, you know like that George Strait song that goes like, ‘all my exes live in Texas.’ That’s why now I’m a writer of chronicles.
That is the reason why when I decided to jump out of that Mūthubari aka KBS aka Kenya Bus Service at the intersection of Kenyatta Avenue and Kimathi Street, I should have remembered the term inertia. Now back in the days there was this dude who came to school to teach us about inertia, a property of matter by which it continues in its existing state of rest or uniform motion in a straight line, unless that state is changed by an external force. The guy went ahead to remind us of how when a driver suddenly applies the emergency breaks and as the vehicle screeches to a halt the people inside usually say, ‘īī nīatīa.’ Inertia 😂. That’s why I still can’t fathom why my mind did not remind me of this concept.
If you have been following my chronicles, you’ll remember the one christened asphalt. If you are new, here’s the link.👇
https://thechroniclesofnyarkaheti.com/2022/02/17/asphalt/
So I was in this Mūthubarī bus from Kawangware, Ungwaro or kwa Ngware or however you may want to call it. As we entered the CBD at the intersection of Uhuru Avenue and Kenyatta Avenue traffic began to build up as is the case of most major cities in the world. The bus slowly adjusted into the new momentum and since it got slower and slower by the minute, the passengers started to alight while the bus was still in motion. This happened severally and by the time we are around that Sanlam House, I Nyar, daughter of Kaheti couldn’t have a better inspiration. I advance towards the bus exit with such gusto, you’d think I was approaching the pearly gates and Brother Peter was opening the gate a wide smile on his high cheek bones.
On reaching the door, I exhail and jumped out of the door and voila my knees connected with the Asphalt and I was suddenly on my bruised knees and it’s like the cards had been turned. Instead of St Peter opening the pearly gates, Lucifer was standing there fork in hand addressing me to follow him to hell just like I did while on earth. With the look on his face I had to tow the line. That’s how I ended up limping in town like a spotted hyena.
For now let me watch my steps lest I reconnect with the earth. No worry this time though. I’m a true daughter of the soil.

StillTheChronicler.

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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