Wishful thinking

Walking down these streets of Memphis (Wang’uru) and thinking why can’t Moya David jump in front of me, treat me to a dance and finally unleash a bouquet of roses. Guess I’m overthinking because I don’t even think he knows which corner of this country Ngurubani is. Call it wishful thinking or unanswered prayers whichever you like. It’s like trying to cut water with a panga and expecting the molecules to separate.
Anyway all I find along these bustling streets are hustlers too busy trying to put dinner at the table and others chewing jaba as they wonder where the money to pay the hustler fund debt they borrowed and are now receiving messages of your hustler debt is due on.. The good thing with a hustler is that he may just decide to put of his phone and wish the debt away. Then again a job offer may be lost if the phone is off so maybe he’ll just block the number and report it as spam.
Yeah so many solutions to so many problems, except mine of course, the Moya David one, remember? Life sucks huh 😭 but for this mongrel enjoying a bone on top of the dumpsite, life couldn’t be more better. It’s like he’s singing that Robert Kelly’s song, ‘I am a mountain 🏔️…..😉’
So instead of sulking, I put on my dancing shoes and dance to all night long by Lionel Richie. Looking forward to the clash between Lionel Messi and Kylian Mbappe.
#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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