Today, I was woken up from my sleep by all types of shoes being thrown at me..... It hurts especially when a high-heel gets the better part of your head. I was not at Migori but those hooligans were my own sons trying to get my attention and waking me up since i had over slept although it was 627a.m! I am yet to investigate if Miss Bensouda was behind this conspiracy. I had no option but to wake up, n i knew i could not catch those boys by the way they Bolted out. How they acquired running genes is still a debatable subject since no relative of mine alive or deceased have ever been a runner! Upon going out, of the compound, i could not tell which direction they had fled to. Before i returned back to the house, a lorry hooted at me..... It was in a distance and i wasnt sure if it was me the driver was calling. I got near and i was surprised to see #Jirani on the wheel! Prior to that, I had never seen him cruising on anything bigger than a wheel barrow! He asked me if i was going to town n i was quick to say yes, though the lorry was an old Bedford that could qualify for a vintage classic motor show, you couldnt tell its original color as it was faded. I rushed back to the house changed to my office clothes and got to the lorry. Inside the lorry the first thing that caught my attention was the sticker, Gari ni engine body achia Vera Sidika. I had to sit on a mtungi cz there was no seat! jirani was really struggling to change gears and every time he did so, he always gave a look like that of someone in a Quarry. I was very determined to save fare to town and that meant that i would have my lunch, something i hadnt done for quite a long time. When we approached a hill, the lorry moved at a snail pace then before we coverd the whole hill the engine went off. Jirani please, get petrol for me. Jirani told me..... As i carried the jerrican to the nearest petrol station, 3.5 kms away, i wondered if i was jiranis turn boy or simply a kanda ya moko-someone to run his errands. When i came back, we had to push the lorry for it to start and i wished there would be no more drama, but wapi! We found a traffic police road block a few kms ahead and when we were slowed down to stop, Jirani told me, enda ukaongee na mkubwa. I didnt know what to tell mkubwa but i obeyed. As we begun to chat, jirani, as if pushing the lorry aside fled off and the tortoise-paced lorry suddenly developed into a flying stallion!.. By the time it was vanishing in the horizon! Before i could say Jirani, i was handcuffed and being told that anything i said could be used against me in a court of law!.... #SomeoneTellJiraniAmSufferingBecauseOfHim
Posted on: Fri, 12 Sep 2014 16:58:14 +0000
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