I feel heat coursing through my veins like an erupting volcano. My skin can’t take it anymore and I feel like I want to crawl out of it. An electric fan humming in the room the only audible sound in the vicinity. I have gotten rid of most clothes but that too ain’t working. I head to the fridge and guzzle the contents of the milk container in my mouth. I feel it’s cooling effect almost instantly as it travels down my alimentary canal and settles in the pit of my stomach. Relief starts to set in but then I feel something rising in my gut. Sir Isaac Newton please tell me why gravity ain’t working here. I rush to the sink lucky enough to arrive there moments before all the contents in my belly hit the sink. The pungent smell makes me wring my nose as I clean the sink. I’m now perspiring and shivering simultaneously only I have to stay strong. I open the cold shower and drown my sorrows away. After all they say, ‘dawa ya moto ni moto.’ I tuck myself in bed without bothering to dry myself.My heartache has just graduated to a body ache. After all the heart is part of the body anyway.
Guess I forgot to post my graduation photo when others were doing. But as they say, ‘better late than never.’ And if you happen to see the dimpled governor tell him I might just find him a nickname. Hope he finds me a hustle too, instantly like Riggy Gee.Tell him I’m a good writer, you can judge by the contents of this script.
#StillThe chronicler.

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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