Ungrateful

Shortages, we are riding on all sorts of them; fuel, milk, rainfall na kadhalika. Like George Strait’s song, ‘This is where the cowboy rides away’ I can’t help but think that this is where Wanjikū rides away. But as usual, we haven’t had enough yet, we still want to be trampled.
I however think back in time to when milk was in such abundance. Back to the days where all roads led to the defunct Kenya Cooperative creameries. In those days there was such a milk glut that even Baba Moi decided to woo us with the ‘maziwa ya nyayo’ initiative.
Ooh how we’d lay in wait for the rumble of that lorry carrying crates and crates of the pasteurised and homogenised goodness; thank to Louis Pasteur. We’d drink it at breaktime, during lunch and while going home. We’d even take to those at home and eat Ugali with it for supper until we became ungrateful brats. Yeah like the children of Israel complaining of the endless manna meals. We’d kill a frog and pour milk on it and claim that it was inside the packet.
Look at us now, see our lives, we are the same ones going to the supermarkets and finding the shelves empty. Kwa kweli, gūtirī wīriraga agīthiī ta agīcoka.’ noone repents while going like when returning. I hope there’s light at the end of the tunnel sooner than later but for now lemmi take a sip of this royal goodness from Mukurwe-Inī Wakulima Dairy Co Ltd.

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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