This is the Mwiki-Njiru tarmac road, definitely not calling this a highway! Catch me dead, wena! I hear this massive bare land, with the Nairobi River cutting through it, belongs to the Kenyattas. Kwani, how much land do they have?
The matatu I’m in is struggling to climb the hill, all while playing some boring reggae tracks-those that lament suffering in every single lyric. Meanwhile, the tout is busy complaining about a lady, Florence, who supposedly didn’t pay her fare. Honestly, that’s on him. He was probably too distracted by her looks to confirm payment. Now I’m imagining how Florence must look, one of those who draw a single thin strip for eyebrows and act like they’ve achieved peak makeup artistry. Always carrying an unnecessary attitude.
I am with my cousins, Jack and Kevin, and earlier they dared me to try their kinyozi. I was hesitant, but I went for it. Turns out the skinny Luhya barber from Webuye, who hasn’t gone home for Christmas and drowns the quiet with a flood of endless words, did a decent job on my hair-except for a scratch at the back of my head. Now my paranoia is through the roof. I keep worrying if I can catch something from that scratch. I know it’s unlikely, but overthinking is always my weak point.
Setting paranoia aside, my mind is flooded with thoughts. People I hold dear promising to get back to me and not bothering, even after 12 hours. It’s the weekend, I’m broke, stuck in Nairobi, and Christmas is just two days away. I look confused and feel shameless about it. All I want is to get home for Christmas-at least this year!
Jack and Kevin, on the other hand, are cracking up the entire community. These guys are funny! Wena, they’re talking about football and mixing it with wild banter like, “Mimi mtu alisoma shule yenye imekuwa named after a dead person hawezi niambia kitu.” It’s all in good humor, and everyone around is laughing, probably wondering, “Who are these guys?”
We’re now waiting for today’s games, and I’m crossing my fingers. I desperately want a win for the crippled Manchester United.
I know you’re probably wondering why I named this “Sunday Afternoon.” Well, it’s because… it’s Sunday afternoon. Simple as that.
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