The good ol’ ear & h came in handy

We rolled the windows and each jumped from their side. Fortunately of unfortunately the mud was knee deep and when we lifted our legs the shoes were left in the mud. I almost cry remembering those boots that I’d only recently bought online and I could count the times I’d worn them on one hand. We looked at the circumstances surrounding us sighed and decided that it’d be better to trudge on foot to wherever we’d find the nearest signs of civilization. Our phones batteries were draining from playing music and we decided to put them off to a save the little charge left so that when we get to an area with coverage we can S.O.S for help. We trudged on and on trying to comfort ourselves with that Kamba saying, ‘no vaa,’ Let me tell you Maina we walked, the exercise helping to keep our bodies warm. Then from a distance we heard the trains whistle. We looked at each other high fived and then we realised we were a long distance from the sound. It’s us those, we ran through the thickets and the marshy areas, Omanyala could not hold a record to us. We managed to reach the tracks just as the train was passing and we chased it and climbed on the last carriage/ tail you know the one that removes smoke. That smoke blew on us that by the time we reached Gatung’ang’a station we looked like smoke itself.
We jumped off and scurried for safety before the train came to a halt, we didn’t want to be arrested for a felony. At least here we could find some tea and mandazis to warm our bodies. ‘What an ordeal that was,’ my friend Kīmiti finally said as the old lady went to get our order. This was after demanding we pay first because from the look of things we looked like apes that had just recently evolved into men. She even scrutinized our rear view to make sure that we didn’t have tails.
The tea and the black mandazis which had been cooked from severally recycled cooking oil, or maybe transformer oil tasted like milk and honey. Hunger makes you think everything is yummy, right 😉 We gave mama Mbūi as we came to know her, a tip and she even managed to organise a taxi to come from Marūa and ferry us to Karatina. Charlo was even willing to give us the grand tour of the Mau Mau caves aka Ngurunga Cia Karība but we’d been through too much for one day. Upon reaching Karatina Charlo booked rooms for us and only when he had the keys in his hands did he give the clear to come out of the taxi and join him. Remember we still looked like neanderthal creatures.
Ooh my that hot shower seemed like the best thing to have happened to me since I came to this world. Thank God for people like Charlo who even went to Mathai supermarket and bought us a change of clothes and shoes. By the time the manager got wind of aliens lurking in the hotel we were dressed to the nines and heading for a scrumptious dinner. The guard even apologised for the misunderstanding.
Tomorrow we’d worry about the Chevrolet and the cabbages, but today we’ll dance the night away and stare at the Colorado skies. And by the way Charlo, you should be a stylist.
To be continued…
Song of the day, ‘The good ol’ ear & h by Roger Whittaker’
#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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