Signs that you have become a fossil. Go to a salon and before they wash your hair they ask you politely, ‘tunapaka dye?’ Check
Chat with a colleague and ask her, ‘did you use kilometric?’ and she be like, ‘ Mimi si Mzee hivyo.’ Wueeh check check.
Had a chat with colleagues during happy hour and grazing chronicles resurfaced and we went into the nitty gritties of how rams would gore at each other and how we’d have enjoyed filming those documentaries and uploading them on tiktok. Until one dude says, ‘during our times our rams caused too much havoc we even had the chief’s number.’ Yeah I’m talking about a mobile number. So we look at each other and I the ever so brazen one have to ask, ‘you mean during your time the chief had a mobile phone?’ OMG, this is not check check, this is real fossilisation. I’m about to turn into aviation spirit. Yeah I close my eyes and make a wish that I hope when they use my aviation spirit to fly they’ll only fly to areas such as Santorini Greece, the Maldives, the Bahamas and probably Hawaii, but never the Bermuda triangle.
I’m also tempted to give said dude a walk down memory lane of the letters, the land lines, the callbox and the old generation mobile phones that were Sagem, Motorola and Siemens not forgetting the good ol’ Nokia 3310. And what happened to those Chinese phones which had aerials and TVs? I guess they were wiped out like the dinosaurs during the ‘tumetoka analogue tuko digital moments.’
Those and so many other things remind me that I have come from so far and the older I get the better I am, in knowing when to give and when to just not give a damn. And the older I get the more thankful I am for the life I’ve lived and the life that I’m living still. So as they say, ‘you only got a minute better live while you are in it coz it’s gone in a blink. But unlike snakes which have no eyelids, we do have them and so we blink a lot, so. I hope you understand when I say it’s gone in a blink. I learnt this today that snakes don’t have eyelids. So imagine someone throwing a pebble at you and you can’t close your eye. Food for thought. As these woods burn and turn into embers so shall we. I guess we could say as sand through the hourglass ⌛ so are the days of our lives. Till next time I’m
#StillTheChronicler.
Credits:The older I get lyrics by Allan Jackson.
Brazen
