Cocooned.

Narespect kila hustle lakini kuna two towns nimeona with very peculiar hawkers. Moja ni Karatina and no. 2 ni Nakuru, or is it a city nowadays. Wueeh the hawkers in these towns don’t give a damn about body language. They’ll talk to you, see that you’ve shaken your head in a not interested style but still continue to sell the unnecessary wares to you. They’ll even see that you are wearing earphones but still insist on selling you another set. I get it that times are tough, yes they are tough for me too. Kwanza when they see you with kids they’ll flock there with all manner of confectionery, CBC books and those wall hangings of A for apple, B for ball, C for cat. But I guess now they should make some with C for Chebukati/ Chererror, D for Dynasty, R for Ruling and N for null and void and so forth and so forth.
Back to the hawkers, some even expect you to buy out of sympathy and catch feelings when you don’t buy. But the worst are those who start lecturing you on political happenings that you don’t wanna hear about. All you wanna do is coil yourself in a cocoon like a full caterpillar and play that by the time you reach your destination you’ll have turned into a beautiful butterfly 🦋. Also that the avocados you had eaten won’t start manifesting themselves in a naphthalenelike phenomena whereby a solid transforms into a gaseous state without passing the liquid state. But it’s better that way since things be damned if it decides to change to liquid state while you are traveling.Kichaka nisaidie.
Have a transformative evening.

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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