Twenty twenty one…
For those whom we had the chance to get acquainted before I took a long hiatus to reinvent myself, I take this opportunity to welcome you back. For the newbies in the house, you’re late, but karibu.
In case you’re wondering where I’ve been, you should know that I never left my humble Rongai abode, and as the pandemic continued to ravage through every little aspect of our lives, I stayed put with my Mia (you remember her, don’t you), and we enjoyed the quasi-humid Maasai weather away from the hustle & bustle of Nairobi CBD.
Not even once did I set foot in that CBD but I hear that Badi has really cleaned up that place such that you can walk without fear of stepping on mama mboga’s nyanyas or getting knocked down by a nganya pale Tom Mboya Street.
I’m sure you’re also concerned about one Jasper, the one fella who attracts trouble like meat attracts flies. He has been attempting to grow what he calls a ‘full beard’ for months now. He now spends a disturbing amount of time sitting across the mirror combing what appears to be stubborn patches of hair that look like they were attacked by the second wave of locusts.
I’m praying that one day muster the guts to tell him to abandon any hopes of joining that so-called beard gang but I know that he won’t listen because someone whispered to him that a ‘full beard’ kunywas these Nairobi chics like a camel at an oasis in the Northern frontier. If I don’t gather up the courage, maybe Sokoro will inform him, when he finds the time because he is now buried in books studying for a Masters’ Degree in what was it again, Robotics.
That’s all that’s been going on with me. How about you? Did you cross over from 2020’s madness? If you’re reading this, then you did. I’m glad. Let’s not dwell much on what’s behind us, tugange yajayo. Hope we shall catch up more this year. Twenty twenty one.