sunset saga

  The party lasted a little too long. We forgot that we had duties to attend to the next day and partied till sunrise. We sang songs, dinned and blew candles. Others got drunk and slept on the floor, others on the seats and others on the toilet seat. Some who were thoughtful enough left early to prepare for their next day. We who were soaked in the good moment were not bothered about what the next day holds. We lived for the moment. Good wishes for the 4 th anniversary held more water for me than the drinks we had. Other people called it the 4 th birthday. Whatever it was, it was amazing. We toasted our glasses under the diming lights.   It created a happy face and a warm heart in me. Many were present, known and unknown. Thru the dim lights, I saw one prolific writer Ndugu Abisai holding his glass high on air. He honoured the invite. A man with no face he is. You will rarely see him. However, if you read his rib cracking stories, you’ll start imagining what his face looks like.  

  There were some Nigerians in the house. They asked lots of questions. They wanted to know everything to the detail. What does Ajira digital do, how fast can one start earning from freelancing ? Are Ajira trainings free? For Christ’s sake Oga, you’re in the lecture hall attending a free training already. Day one had not a lot of activities. Getting familiar with the new faces and eating snacks. I was strongly hoping we were not just about to be told to refer a friend to start earning 20k per week – and in two months’ time we were supposed to have a meeting in the United Arabs Emirates. Happenings that make you wonder if transition is gradual or a road to Damascus experience. I was seated at the back with a friend. There is something about being a backbencher other than ensuring the back is noisy. You see how everyone behaves. We arrived at the hall for the second day of the training, once again to be enlightened on how freelancing can make you edge against your peers who are waiting

She first saw him in Malindi during a workshop organised by the company she worked for. He was a young entrepreneur looking for investment opportunities while she was fresh from college, still basking in the provisory world of sales. Somehow, he was intrigued by her project. He was tall and burly, with broad shoulders. I think he looked a Dick. Let's all agree to call him D, to minimise the debauchery of it. D had an imposing aura. He had the impeccable ability to claim his space and command his surrounding. When he talked, he did so succinctly and with utmost precision. His communication was lucid yet discreet. Well, discretion is a rare quality. When he approached her exhibition desk and shook her hand firmly, she knew he was the man. The bright pair of eyes he owned were like laser beams that penetrated her soul and exposed her vulnerabilities. He focused solely on business matters and yet, if her memory serves right, every word he said felt flirtatious. She fell for him head ov

So this week I'm off duty. Duty can be anything, it doesn't have to be something.  I want to go home and see my people. When I'm free in the house I do many things, I cook, scatter things and arrange them, I listen to old music or I just lie on the bed and think. My neighbour Belle loves jazz music, I find myself listening to jazz often in the recent weeks.  Sometimes I plod all the way to the rooftop just to bask, see cars and people.  It feels nice when you watch people from their heads downwards. They look small and funny. You feel like you are on top of them in a way. You feel like dropping something on their heads. Something small though, hahh! Today was not a jazz day, it didn't feel like a jazz day right from sunrise. It wasn't a day for the rooftop either. It was a day to lie on bed in silence and think. I thought of a story I read in the wanderlust diaries. It was one hell of a story, one that you read and laugh like a drain. Till your jaws hurt. I couldn&#