Migwi

(Nairobi Chronicles) based on a true story

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After two weeks of being hosted, we thought of getting ourselves a house. Our host was so kind. Getting a house wasn't an easy task. Vacant houses were available but our budget was empty. Peter was an idealist. He suggested us to get a structure like a house. Yes, somewhere to call our own.

(story on how we got a house will come later)

April 10, 2011. It was on a Sunday. I remember this day with a lot of nostalgia. Like today, it was my birthday. I wanted to celebrate it in a Nairobian style. We had received our monthly salary including the commission. Our pocket was full with zero dependents.

Peter and I chose to go to Nairobi and enjoy the best recreational facilities at Uhuru Park. On this day, we didn't attend the church service. We wore the nicest outfit we had. The fare was ksh.10 from Githurai 45 to town. A feeling of being rich couldn't allow us to keep silent. Each paid the fare with a thousand note though we had coins. The conductor had a hard time getting us the balance.

Nairobi town. We were now walking along Moi Avenue. Hotels were open. A delicious smell could be smelled by the two 'rich boys'. Juicy naked chicken knew we had money. I cannot explain how we found ourselves consuming half chicken and chips. We also ordered two cold bottles of soda. The party began. Every waiter knew the importance of that day to us.

Moi avenue, traders were selling their items along the corridors. Every item that they sold matched our taste. We bought so many items. One kind seller gave us two nylon shopping bags. You could not differentiate us from traders due to our huge impulse shopping.

It was now drizzling. Everybody had their umbrella on. I could not tell where they got them from. Within a blink of an eye, traders were now selling them. We bought unconcerned with the cost. We had money, yes real money. The rain didn't last for long.

Peter was carrying a bigger bag than I as we headed to Uhuru park. All over a sudden, people were running and shouting. Fear struck us. We joined the race. We could not tell why we were running. This had not happened to us before. A uniformed man got hold of me by the belt. Peter kept running. He didn't realize we were not together.

I tried screaming but none heard my cry. The man made me walk backward in zero motion. It was like a movie. Worst of all, my bag was also taken. I realized not all times you need an onion to cry, sometimes it comes out naturally.

A city council matatu was approaching. It stopped where we were standing. They then threw me inside like a bag of potato. I guess I weighed forty-five kilograms. There were four people inside the matatu who I later discovered were traders. They gazed at me as I cried uncontrollably. Some shrugged their shoulders while a motherly woman tried to comfort me.

My phone had gone off. I could not remember any number off head. The engine restarted. I peeped through the window but I could not tell where I was. I could not tell where we were being taken.

The next part coming.

Anyway, today is my birthday..happy birthday to me.

One day all the employees arrived at the office and saw a big notice written on the door:
"Yesterday the person who has been stopping your growth passed away. You are invited to join the funeral."

In the beginning, they got sad for the death of one of their colleagues, but after a while they got curious to know who the man who has been stopping their growth was.

Everyone thought: Well at least the man who stopped my progress died!
One by one the thrilled employees got closer to the coffin, and when they looked inside they were speechless. They stood shocked in silence, as if someone had touched the deepest part of their soul. There was a mirror inside the coffin and everyone who looked inside could see himself.

There was a sign next to the mirror that read:

"There is only one person who is capable to set limits to your growth, It is you. You are the only person who can influence your happiness, success and realization."

Your life does not change when your boss friends or company change. Your life changes when you change. You go beyond your limiting beliefs and you realize you are the only one responsible for your life.

It’s the way you face life that makes the difference!

If an egg is broken from outside force, life ends but if it is broken from inside force life begins.

When is the last time you interrogated your habits that hold your back?

Ruto may name Migwi

The ridges lay side by side. One in Tetu and the other in Othaya sub-county. Between them, there is a river. It used to be called the river of life. Gura river. It was known to be the fastest river in Africa.

Nature has a way of punishing us if we don't protect it.

Patrick Migwi

Leo... Let us dothis!!!

I remember with a lot of nostalgia as I write this when the month of December had a deeper meaning. Chapati was a rare commodity.

I could not sleep. My dad's little brother was to accompany us for a Kesha the following day. It was a Christmas eve. It would be a night to hear Jesus crying after being born. This would be my very first time to spend a night out. Manly pride was beginning to develop. Time wasn't friendly, neither did it consider my night out a priority. It tik tok lazily.

Immediately after supper, my brother and I gathered in our room to dress in readiness for the night event. It took him a minute to prepare. He wore black attires. I wore a white shirt.

" You will be spotted by Mikora(thugs) on the road". he shouted at me. "Can't you see the way to dress at night". he continued.

For a few seconds, I lost myself after hearing the word Mikora. I had heard how they clobber people as they take away their goods. A few days ago, it was being whispered how those criminals fought and injured a 'cow seller' after refusing to give them his day earning. I feared they might take away my new jacket my dad had bought for me a day before.

" One can spot you a kilometer away if you wear like this". My heart was hammering loudly as he added these words. I contemplated whether to go or not. At the same time, I never wanted to be described as a fearful 'soldier'. I felt like I was sitting on the sharp part of the knife.

Now were walking heading to church. Though I had carried a pocket-size weapon, I feared walking in front of them or walking behind them. My eyes spoke the language anyone could understand. A language of fear. My dad's brother worn a bright brown jacket which gave a white appearance at that 'dark moment'.

The church was a village away. Between those two villages, there was a valley. A dark silent valley. Some said aliens slept there. As we were walking down the hill, a big antelope ran and crossed the road. My legs felt weak. It could not hold me anymore.

Have you ever thought what would have happened to David if the stone missed Goliath?

He had faith that he will kill Goliath. Not even the king thought he could do it.

As we start this week, let us have this faith that things will work well. Let us face the impossible with the assurance of good results.

Nice deal here.. Kui Carol

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Linda

Part 10 continuation:

After a few minutes, we sat down ready to sign our marriage certificate. I was the first to sign. My heart was pounding heavily. The body was sweating profusely and I felt cold though it was damn hot. Linda was sitting next to me. A piece of her net had been placed on my shoulder. She was holding her pen ready to append the signature.

I wondered how she would react after finding my real name. She held the certificate and looked at me “You are Patrick.....”. She said smiling. “I had seen your ID and your bank transaction receipts”. She added as she wrote her name in bold and signed the certificate. I could not hold my joy.

Cake matron was equal to her task. She knew what people wanted. Linda and I could not listen to her, but we could hear people laughing after her every pause. We received our presents as she talked. A group of women was giving out food. Linda and I were not feeling hungry but we longed for one thing.

It was now getting dark. People kept vanishing in the darkness one by one. I wanted us to leave the wedding ground. It happened.

Honeymoon room. It was well garnished. Lights were flickering giving love illumination. The bed had some flowers arranged in an adorable manner. A bottle of champagne was also placed at the center of the bed. I looked at Linda smilingly. She smiled back. I knew it was time. Yes, time to eat a piece of cake we had carried and drink wine.

THE END

Linda

Part 10

I could not sleep. Tomorrow would be my big day. My wedding day. The house was full to capacity. Everybody was talking about their expectation. Few danced to the tune of wedding songs that were being played. The housemaid routinely re-ironed our suits. I wanted to call Linda to check on her progress, but I could not trace my phone. I kept on imagining how beautiful she will be, all this time, I was closing my eyes for beautiful thing are visualized when eyes are not open. I smiled. I was lying on my bed facing the roof. Lights were off.

Time was jealous, it moved slowly. In the morning, everybody looked busy. I was the last one to take a shower. Yes, a warm shower. The dark grey tuxedo suit was well made. It perfectly fitted me. It was my first suit. I wore a pink shirt with a bow tie. Shoes were sharp-pointed, black leather made. I never got tired of admiring myself in the mirror. I opened the door and moved to where the rest were. All eyes glared at me smilingly.

“You are dressed to kill”. Said one of them. Everybody laughed and each gave a positive compliment.

It was now 10:30 AM, we took a few photos and later left. This was the first time I boarded a Toyota Hilux Prado. It was well decorated. The driver played nice cool songs. The best man kept his window opened. I could not stop waving at people along the way. Known and unknown.

We reached the church after 20 minutes. The ceremony was held in an open ornated field “Nimuthaka ma, ndahana guthendeka mathanduku ma guthikana” (He is very handsome and doesn’t look like a coffin maker), said one lady as I was alighting. Time moved faster and out of nowhere, there was ululation and dancing. I stood up and peeped. I could not see clearly as a multitude of people was dancing. Young and old. It was Linda.

My imagination was wrong. Linda was not only beautiful but very beautiful. Her face was covered with a net. She walked slowly but surely. I kept my eyes fixed on her. I could see her glaring at me. I guess she never got enough of the man she was seeing. I could not listen to the preacher. I wondered why he was taking too long without letting us tie our marriage knot. I remembered something and smiled. Honeymoon.

We stood facing each other as I uncovered her face. “You look charming and indescribable”. I told her. The congregants were shouting merrily and some stood to have a better view. Linda’s eyes were white as snow. Her eyebrows were well done. She was wearing a golden necklace and a red earring with a love like a shape. She was a real definition of a woman’s beauty.

As I was putting a ring on her finger, tears of love flowed down her cheek. I felt happy. “You can now kiss the bride”. The pastor said. It was my second kiss. This time, I had learned to close my eyes.

Continuation of this last episode coming up…..

JOB 19:25-26

I know that my redeemer lives, and that in the end he will stand on the earth. And after my skin has been destroyed, yet in my flesh I will see God;

Once upon a time

Linda love story will continue tommorow.


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