After a long walk along these dusty Ngurubani paths, something finally clicks in my brain sort of like a light bulb and I ask myself, Isn’t today Mashujaa day, yes it is. I’m I not a heroine, sure I am. So who I’m I waiting on to give me the heroine treatment? After all the greatest love is when you love yourself. Here we go Whitney.This is how I find myself sitting in this smoky café, waiting on the butcher in a mustard yellow tusker extra t-shirt to roast my pork. The only difference in this atmosphere is that there’s no Spanish guitarist to dream about 🤣. So I sit and listen to my music as my body tries to wade of the heat from it’s system. I mean this Ngurubani’s heat is leaning more towards hell than heaven. Before I sat, I asked if it’s ready and was told yes. I thought I’d sit for like ten minutes and I’d be good to go. Then again I don’t wanna start beautifying these our streets with taenia saginata so patience, I tell myself. Only Jacaranda trees are allowed to beautify these our streets 😉
By the way do you remember that Jacaranda poem in class 5 the one Mr. Macharia made us recite?
‘I grow in rows along the streets, in villages and towns…….’
Twarithia nambere wee wamenya, Na mwenye anadai Mimi sio shujaa aongee leo, or forever hold your peace.
Happy mashujaa day y’all.
Drop dead gorgeous
