Weh! My Country people! Please allow me to swallow tonnes of saliva and grasp my breathe as brother Willy Paul Msafi opens with a word of prayer for us. Amen. Now good people, if Nairobi has not killed me yet, now it has! After tonight’s ordeal am making a humble plea to my personal friend and President H.E Uhuru Kenyatta to declare more towns as Capital Cities! Even if Sir you settle for Rumuruti town, it is alright! I know my Governor H.E Governor Ndiritu Muriithi is a well skilled man to handle pressures of a City. If it is proposal papers you need, my brother Kimondo Muturi has been writing them since his University days and has enough experience. I know that H.E Mike Sonko. has had enough of the City just as yet. What I have experienced today, from my imaginary wife an I, Nairobi issawrap but we shall come again to say hi to our big brother Hon. Sakaja Johnson.
So today was an exciting day. Not for any other reason but that my sister Esther David and I were going to visit our grandparents! It gave me an adrenaline especially that I haven’t seen them in five years, yes shame on me Cyrus! Shame on me! Who stays that long without seeing their grandparents? Mhhh. So this made me wet in nostalgia. Back in the days when the excitement of traveling to shags never allowed me to sleep. The thought of me in new clothes, travelling in the early dark mornings and watching trees ran fast behind us was enough to make me feel jigi jigi, back then. How we sat with my siblings side to side, of course it was only me whose fare was paid for amongst the children and as big brother, I let them sit on me sometimes. So in the bus we could divide the sides, I posses the right side of the window and the two take the left one. Everything on either side belonged to the person ‘owning’ the side, this included trees, cars, buildings, scenery etc. “Weeeewee nyumba yangu, gari yangu, Miti yangu!” These were the vibes in the bus, and mum couldn’t control the noise sometimes. When one’s side got boring and plain, they protested to move to the other side! Awwww (insert the voice of a slay queen) wasn’t that cute, orgasmic oh sorry nostalgic! That is how I was feeling in the morning, of course without the new clothes or the younger me! But the feeling of seeing my old people was soo imminent. I left my bed to some ironing, yes my shushu owns an iron box, but the last time I used one like hers, a piece of charcoal resisted from the box and landed on my Tokyo trouser, drilling a borehole right through its thigh! Imagine a disappointed me, for that was the only trouser I had that was clean and I had to go to church! I could not repeat the same at my shushu’s. Mum called in the morning to know the progress of the journey, I updated her and proceeded with the packing and showering. Thereafter I made strungi and sat down to sip it as I called my sister. Her phone was off! I tried her again severally but nothing. It is until her friend Pretty Laveel called and I spoke to my sister. Something had gone wrong and we couldn’t travel! What a waste! So we sorted out the issue and again I recieved a call to urgently get to Nairobi for some crisis settlement! Afterall, the bath got some use, so I picked my bag and went to the stage.
There, the matatus we’re eating with a big spoon and farting on people’s faces! They had hiked the fare to a million bob! Crazy, just because kids were going back to school. I chose to boycott. Luck was on my side, and the angel on duty for me did a good job. He sent a friend of mine who was going to the City and that is how I won a free ride! So we drove up here in between talks of politics, business, cars, women, Kenya, slay queens, moments of silence until we arrived. I alighted at Tea Room, said thanks and rushed to Kilimani, didn’t meet the mum’s and dad’s of Kilimani Mums and Dads Uncensored (Original). I did my shughulis until late in the evening after which I joined my friendpreneur and big brother David Nderitu Ndung’uover a cup of coffee in Westlands. I didn’t stay too long. I was feeling a little disempowered and thanks to my class A friend Caroline Murea, I got empowered! Carol, I am setting up a committee to prepare your rewarding ceremony for being such an amazing friend.
It’s almost 1130hrs by the time am alighting at some place near the Nation Centre. I decide to walk around looking for some hotel to sleep in. The City is still alive but not as congested as it normally is during the day. My first stop, Midview Hotel. I greet the soldier as I stair up to the reception. I get a shock on the cost of a single room, I go down the stairs cursing and saying that one day I will buy a lodge in Nairobi, oh priiisssssss! A few metres from the hotel, the soldier calls me, “Eeee poss, ulikua unatakeko nyumpa?” Yes, he was Luhya like that. I suspected he was a relative of Alfilinus Nyamohanga M which he hasn’t told Kennah Wangah about yet. I stop and he reaches to me. “Hisi siko na WiFi na tiifii ntio maana siko na pei” he continues. “Nikuonyeshe sinkine simati na sa pei ntoko?” I say yes. “Unaona kwa matako ya sile kari, nyupa siko hapo” I laugh as he tries to point behind the vehicles across the road. On our way, we walk past a parade of them sex workers and I hear “sksksss sskkss, uncle twende tukalale..” but I march past them with the swagger of a college kid who’s spotted a girl child in a funkie. So we get to this ‘simat hotel’ like my guide had described it. Well, there was nothing simat about it at all! Not even the receptionist! I decide I don’t want it and we walk out, one of the whore taps my thigh at the verandah but I keep marching on, reciting Psalm 23 ‘…..though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death….’ On reaching the corner, I too the soldier and I take my way into the search.
Man I tell you Nairobi girls are some great piece of work! If I’d be called to a Ministry, I want it to be ‘kutia kina dada Moyo na sio mimba ministries’ and be posted here, the Nairobi branch! Here, every girl is beautifeler than the last one. It would sadden a boychild having to leave 99 others just for one! But in my distraction, I keep reciting Psalm 23, ‘…the Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want!’ I walk by hoping that future wife knocks me over, my bag falls on the ground, we both go down to pick it up, we both hold it and say sorry, we both look into each other’s eyes and want to kiss….! Damn! I guess I am keeping the wrong friends or am watching too much of Nigerian Soap Operas or I am simply hallucinating! Here is the thing now, it is getting late, am yet to find a place and having gone into a few and disliked them I begin to wander deeper into the streets. I find myself in chochoros where there is only one person or a group of people standing at a distance. I grip on my bag a little tighter as the the thought of being mugged creeps in but I man on and keep the recital of Psalm 23 going, ” …the Lord is my Shepherd…” I clearly do not have an idea of where I am and it’s getting a little scary. I hear my phone vibrate in the pocket but I cannot pick it. It is Nairobbery!
Mpenzi msomaji! I get to a kachochoro and find people running, I hear a few screams and shouts. One gets closer to me and says, “Nanii jitoee, wamekuja” So I run too, to where? I do no know! During the run, I deep my foot right into as pothole, oh my ankle boots, and the stench! Most of the runnees are women, in very short or no clothing. I stash myself behind a matatu and find another stashee there. It is where I learn that we are on Kirinyaga Road and the Cops were clearing the whores from the streets. I got caught up in the frenzy and looked like a buyer, cheeeii! A few more run past us and the Police Landcruiser vooms past too. Across the building, ‘Sunhill Lodging, Self Contained Rooms!’ I do not think twice. I run to the building and ask for a room. Well, I try to bargain the 600/- charged but on second thought, I do not wish to go run with the girls and police, I take up the room and am told to go to room number 80153 on 8th Floor! Christ Jesus!
The room is small, the slippers are marked, the towel is very old, the soap cannot even wash away tears, the tissues is only a handful – cut to only one download, the sheets are old. Well, my people am here clapping, not that I am singing praise and worship, I am killing mosquitoes who are happily ever after in this room, they are having a get together! There is a notice on the wall – but am stuck at ‘Pesa Runinga.’ I can hear what is happening in the next room – wiring! The loud music from the bar across is defeaning. I have decided not to enter inside the blankets, I will sit until morning comes, thinking of my master ensuite bed at home and sleep on it in my thoughts.
I need a girlfriend in Nairobi, atleast I would have had a warmer bed and a breathing blanket!