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A fossil at 50


Nancy looks bright and sharp in her short hair. Blue eye shadows and a blue flowery top says something about her. Nancy looks gorgeous, but that wasn't just enough to save her from the wrath of 'Pontius Pilate'. She was crucified early before the cock crowed. Just lucky not to have died and gotten buried. 

Nancy came innocent and peaceful, like a white dove with a flower on its beak. she was seeking opinions from those in their 'advanced age' say 30s about how it would be to move to other countries abroad to start a new life for someone in 30s or 40s. She asked the above mentioned, how their life turned out after choosing to move and maybe settling on a different career path. 

Still you see no problem, do you ? You see no reason for crucifixion huh? 

Okay !

"Is physiotherapy a potential and giving career, more so in the Scandinavian countries?"  She asked

There was silence...

The term Scandinavia was something I was only seeing blur at the back of my head. I was aware such a thing existed but I didn't have a good recollection of it. Scandinavian countries are countries in the northern Europe with strong historical, linguistic and cultural ties between its people. Mostly, it refers to Denmark, Norway and Sweden. 

Some of their common cuisines that I will try the next time I visit are Princess cake, gravlax, crayfish and cloud berries among thousands of others. 

The story isn't even about Crayfish and princess cake. The story is about how fellow Kenyans came pouring with rage on Nancy. Maria Ronnie Caarey was the one who came with the cross. 

"Fastofo please stop calling 30s advanced age (with a sad emoji)" Maria lamented. 

It was chaos I tell you. People were hurt moreso the ladies, just a number wanted an apology from Nancy for calling their 30s advanced age. Most just wanted to pin her on the cross and wait for 3pm. Others wanted her head instantly, like this lady Sue, she said that's the saddest thing she's heard since she became a member of the Wanderlust Diaries. One Nigerian guy asked, "if my 30s be an advanced age, you dey call me a fossil at 50?" And everyone bursted into a roaring laughter. 

Nancy was sorry, she bowed her head down and wished she could swallow back her words. She apologized so sincerely and somehow the mob calmed down. A good number started encouraging her to chase her dream when she's got the energy. A hand was raised from the back. The lady told her that she had all the reasons to chase a better life, that she would only need to train further before employment, more so on languages.

Someone in a yellow top advised that any career in health is a hot cake in Sweden, the only challenge being learning Swedish at "an advanced age" but anyone good in English and French is good to go.

But still things are not okay. People in their 30s were hurt. They can't believe in a couple of years they will become fossils. I would recommend a counselor and a therapist to act rapidly and save the situation. Guys fear getting old. 

I had two take aways;

  • Life is a gem and no one wants to get old

  • But also most Kenyans haven't made a life yet in their 30s 

For these and other reasons it gets scary when you refer to 30s as advanced age. It's sad that people in their early 30s still struggle to find an internship in Kenya, Internship!  

It got worse when a lady explained that in the west most people start their careers at 18, build their life in their 20s and early 30s and wait for late 30s and early 40s to marry and have children.

But still aaaih, you can't call our 30s 'advanced age.' We forgive you Nancy.



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  1. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚
    Wueeh but 30s sio advanced age bana

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  2. I reached 30 the other week and I don't feel as old as y'all made it look in the pastπŸ˜†πŸ˜…

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  3. Fear women πŸ˜‚

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  4. Dear Nancy, I hope this finds you well. With all due respect please respect our 30s. Advanced age is at least 55

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  5. Lakini 30s sio advanced jowadu πŸ˜†

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  6. These Sunset Sagas are nice to read. The way you exaggerate every situation awes me πŸ˜†πŸ˜†

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