Freed

After dissecting and emptying the contents in his plate like a locust on a newfound lawn, Kīrīmi started yawning as he rubbed his now full belly. He felt like Jonah after swallowing the fish. Ooh no sorry, it was the fish that swallowed Jonah and not the other way round. He belched and Kīmani beckoned him to follow him. This Kīmani had beckoned him way too many in a span of a few hours. Nevertheless he followed him faithfully since so far he had not landed him in a ditch.
He showed him the sleeping quarters and also pointed him towards the direction of the washrooms in case he needed a shower or to answer the call of nature. He also handed him a towel and a change of clothes but Kīrīmi just collapsed on the bed and started snoring. ‘Too tired my friend, we’ll catch up from where we stopped tomorrow,’ Kīmani talked to himself as he left the room. He smiled as he remembered that tiktok voiceover, ‘ if you see me talking to myself these days, I’m self employed and we are having a staff meeting.’ 🤣 He also rembered his granny telling him a story of a man who used to greet you, ‘ mūrīega?’ and if you asked him, ‘twī naū? he’d shamelessly tell you, ‘ī na ngoma ciaku?’ Some answer there.
So Kīrīmi snored and dreamt, he dreamt that he was a wild goose flying over the Indian ocean his freedom only lesser than that of Kenyans on that 12th day of 1963 when they gained independence from the British colonial government. He was never one to talk in his dreams but this time round he sang furiously to Kakai Kilonzo’s, ‘ewe Kenya mama yangu, ewe Kenya Baba yangu sitakuacha milele.’
#HappyIndependenceDay.
#HappyJamhuriDay.
#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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