An awkward moment.

I know it’s every girls desire to kukatiwa. For some it’s an every hour/minute occurrence since suitors are always flowing like a colony of ants who have discovered that ’embe dondo embe dondo limelala mchangani.’ For others it’s breaking news if a boy looks back mkipitana. I won’t say which category I belonged to I’ll leave that to your creative imagination.
So back in college there was this boy who was doing his masters and was quite into, ‘yours truly.’ The only problem was that his head was bigger than your average kind of head. I guess he had a higher IQ which needed to be enclosed in a bigger compartment. The same reason why I get so annoyed when people look at me holding my head with my hand and they tell their crazy selves that I’m overthinking. I often tell them that I have a big head so I’m helping my neck to support it. When all I was thinking about was how I’d finish my undergraduate studies and, ‘hit the road jack’ this guy had his whole life planned out. I admired him on one hand but on the other hand I was a bit scared. You know how daughters of Jezebel start planning their wedding day before even the son of Jeroboam realizes that he has asked you out? I mean this guy was giving me lines and I was already in the labor ward pushing his baby who had his huge head and the doctors had to intervene or I’d die. After all ngima yuumaga mutuini. Talk of traveling at that speed they used to call precious memories back when the Pugeot 504 was the only means of transportation to Rware Matuinī. Somebody call a handsome traffic cop to stop me before I find myself in the high dependency unit. I’ve told you before that this guy was a planner and did I call him a boy? This was no boy. Boys would take you to the mess or KM but this one ooh, ‘Mr Smooth Operator.’ He took me to Roasters Inn. The things son’s of Jeroboam will do to get hitched🤔
Here’s the funny part though, in the mat on arriving at Gīthūrai the van stopped and voila guess who boarded the matatu? my two sisters. How they ended up boarding the same matatu with us is a coincidence I’ll never be able to explain while I’m still living under the sun. Talk about awkward moments as the van slowly progressed towards Kasarani. You should have seen their faces as we alighted at Roasters and walked hand in hand towards the bistro. I guess it was burgers and fries and cherry pies in a world we used to know. I don’t know where Mr. Smooth went to but what I do know is that my sisters missed the meet the fiancee moment. I also know that, ‘cia arūme ciūragīra kūingī. So ukituma fare ikuliwe usilalamike. After all they didn’t hold a gun to your head and ask you to spit your pin 😉
Every time I hear the song Lucille by Kenny Rogers I remember that day.
#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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