Mteja 2

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Let's rewind to 1:00 PM when she had texted:   “Souley,  go to this place in Ngara,  ask for a guy called Musyoka.  He has the samples.  Just call me when you get there,  I’ll guide you.” Simple, right?  Now it’s 2:44. I’m here. I’ve found Musyoka. He’s chewing miraa, eyeing me like I’m slowing down his evening high.   “Oyaa,  niko na samples.  Si useme venye madam alisema.  Ni hizi ama zile?” I freeze. I don’t know. I was told to wait for her instructions. I try to call her again. Mteja. I text. Double tick. No blue. I even WhatsApp call her, desperate moves, you know? Musyoka is now shifting his weight like a man about to disappear. I try calling her again, muttering under my breath,  “This woman will be the end of me.” Then the rain starts. Nairobi rain doesn’t fall, it attacks. Boda guys scatter, hawkers scramble to save their goods, and I’m there, hunched under a mabati shade, holding a phone that won't ring, wit...
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What do they do?

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 What do they do

Those working 8 am to 8 pm

Monday to Sunday

What do they do 

With their free time

They drink 



They smoke 

They indulge in quick fun

Coz they know 

It's only a few hours to work

Having to wash, buy, visit, rest, talk to, 

tend to this and that

in a span of a few hours

No time for dates and flirting games

Quick sex

No time to boil meat

Quick snack

They have a lot to say

but settle on small chitchat

Once believers of dreams

Now they are just but slaves of time

Have barely two choices in life

One is hard to choose

The other

already chosen for them 

Headaches over deadlines

Misfits

Taking a cold shower

trying on different suits 

Doesn't make you fresh

Only way to forget is to get drunk 

Or 

lay with someone who won't ask questions

This is life for many of us

It's how we thrive

As long it puts food

On other people's tables

and 

you look hardworking infront of their eyes

you are good

Time waits for no man

Norman's clock has no use to him

Everyday is the same for him

He's that fat rat on a treadmill

Feeding on the same shit of crumbs 

over and over and over again

The worst feeling,

is not knowing that you'll die someday

It's knowing that

You will die 

having lived the most boring of lives

there was nothing you could do

to change that


By Kinaya.

#ThePhenomWillRise.











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