Last Episode: The Adventures of Moses Nyaemo; Coming to Nairobi.
3:25 pm
I was excited,
overwhelmed and full of joy when my eyes first saw what Nairobi looked like.
This was my first time to see
such tall buildings, in fact, skyscrapers, lots of cars, classy to say and my wish then was to be involved in a traffic jam. Yes! I literally begged God for one, I needed time to look at it all and compare what I saw with what I heard from our urban friends, the born – towns.
such tall buildings, in fact, skyscrapers, lots of cars, classy to say and my wish then was to be involved in a traffic jam. Yes! I literally begged God for one, I needed time to look at it all and compare what I saw with what I heard from our urban friends, the born – towns.
The quiet and
serene environment in Westlands painted a whole new picture in me and Nairobi
now seemed like an overseas land mass, a city dropped in our sorry part Kenya
that I knew. All cars around us looked new, class and expensive and as a man,
then a boy, I couldn’t help but feel that urge to go out and run my fingers on
those appealing machines.
Slowly, we moved
into the Nairobi Central Business District (CBD) and the morning sun made
everything look differently annoying. Our first stop was at a media house. To
be precise, Nation media and as we alighted the bus, it felt good to finally
set foot in Nairobi. Coming to this place for the first time, everyone who
passed by us, tried to read our school’s name and they walked away with that
funny face like we just stepped out of a spaceship from a different planet.
The patron; who
had come to Nairobi in a few trips of course, came forward trying to pull us
together and making his presence known. High school teachers; he looked at me
like “boy if you dare open your mouth and ask me a word about this place I’ll
whoop your bottom right here right now”. I got scared but it was just a look.
He looked at one
of us then said in a cheeky way,” Omaiso, which way” being an English teacher,
I have to admit he had a funny way of concealing our accent but we smiled the
other way to avoid trouble. The innocent young man felt sweat roll down his
face, that was a million pound question that even the teacher confused a little
could not get around.
The moment passed
and we were on our way, moving up and down the busy streets led as sheep by our
shepherd lest we stranded off to the unknown. We visited a few common places in
which we were told, were potential employers once we completed our higher
education, but look at us now…
Everything moved
so fast and the day that meant a lot to me was coming to an end, we were
ushered into a hotel/church. Then I realised in this place, a building was just
a building and the purpose of each building differentiated only by days. During
the weekend it was a quantum of solace for believers and during the week days,
an eating, business or meeting place. This people were really good master
crafts.
That last supper
was something, as we were led to believe. We were served chicken inclusive of
sodas! Yes! Believe your ears if listening or eyes if reading and the braille
if you know what that is. Surprisingly, boys are boys, and the trip wouldn’t be
‘successful’, before one or two of us could pull a long range stunt. Some of us
snuck and had two plates as it were norm back at school, now that was
something. Everybody was happy and the ever complaining driver had turned black
from insisting that we should hit the road. Of course we did all we could to
lengthen our say for we knew that following day, we would have a math test, and
you can imagine how we ‘passed’...
The end...
By Moses Nyaemo
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