‘Wee Kerugoya, sikisiki, sister unaenda?’ They can’t seem to get my memo these touts. I guess I should walk carrying a placard saying. Wang’uru material, here for the long haul. Wueeh na hako kahoma karibu kidogo tu kanipeleke kwa Baba. At least they had the decency to call me sister instead of Mathy. Reminds me of a butchery I patronised and the butcher called me Mathy. Even his colleagues sympathised with me. Anyway signs of growing old are when you go to a supermarket and you are buying body lotion but instead you end up buying body wash only to realise the following morning when you are trying to get shiny that it’s instead lathering you up. You scan the container suspiciously and realise wash is standing in for lotion today.
Ladies and gentlemen that’s how I landed at work like one who was at duff mpararo at River Thiba instead of a model coming out of a fashion magazine cover.
And by the way I feel like telling these touts, ‘naenda tu hapa Eastmatt, mtanipatia lift. 😂😂
Na si nisikize roots za wazee kama, ‘Buffalo soldier.’
Lifted
