Magical.

Magic, magic, magic, everything is magical. From magical Kenya to magical skies.
My son came home excited about a magician who had plenty a tricks up his sleeve. It’s true that magicians subject our minds to psychological illusions which make us believe what we see.
Growing up on the slopes of the mountain ensured these tricksters were in plenty. Someone’s gotta eke a living somehow. Like now when fuel prices and food prices have skyrocketed it’s only normal to look for multiple income streams to sustain the cost of living.
So once in a while they’d announce during school’s assemblies about some magician. This would convert us into a real hustlers village trying to gather some coins here and there to be able to watch a magical moment. This hustle included but was not limited to ‘kūngania mbūni’ for a meagre wage of 50 cents, keeping some of mama’s change without her permission or attacking the mattress to heist upon Asusena’s mshwari account. And mark you the price was between 1 bob and 5 bob.
Then on the material day the magician would step on the podium, arms akimbo and boldly declare, ‘macho fungika na akili fungika.’ I don’t know if that declaration lendered us blind, but the next thing we saw was that a girl had laid an egg or a boy was stuck to a chair 🤣🤣. I just hope that you dear reader ain’t one of the layers otherwise you might just land a deal with Kentucky Fried Chicken. 🤣🤣 Good luck with that anyway, for now lemmi stare at these magical skies.
#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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