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Evening star in the morning


Today I took an unplanned trip to Malaa, Machakos county.


For those who don't know,I have always been a good planner.I keep time always.That's the reason I woke up today at 5:30 am to prepare for work.I do that all the time and it makes things easier for me and everyone in my house.I don't live alone.


Having woken up that early, nobody would have expected me to show up at work tired and panting at 10am.I actually ran today. No, not those morning runs that I keep planning everytime I realize my weight is playing games on me.Today I actually ran a good one,I had no option.


Are you still here? Well, it matters because you're the reason I'm writing this.The Super Metro bus I boarded was as organised as ever and this time, the driver was playing Lingala.The music was loud and fun I so much wanted to dance but couldn't stand so I kept nodding my head and singing along.


I don't know who informed the driver that tomorrow is my birthday because afew minutes later,he changed to country music and that hit all my nerves in a way I cannot explain.You all know what country music does to me.I just couldn't stop. I had since paid my fare and shown the handsome conductor guy my Mpesa message quickly quickly so he didn't get a chance to see my almost zero Mpesa balance.I cannot be walking around drinking y'all with negative Mpesa figures. I am a baby girl.


I wanted to stand and show everyone who the pretty girl sitting right behind the driver's seat really was.I kept blinking so beautifully, I almost fell in love with myself again.I mean, y'all should see me blink when country music plays. Forget about the innocent photos I post.Pictures lie.


I was singing Kenny Roger's Evening star when the music suddenly stopped and I looked up to see the handsome conductor guy I told you about staring at me.I don't like men who look at me that way because I might lose my heart again.So I rolled my eyes and said hi.He smiled back and asked me if I wanted to go back to town with him when the bus gets full again because we had just arrived at the final Stage in Malaa.


Good people of God,I silently got off the bus and turned to ask the handsome guy where we were.When he smiled back for the fifth time and told me "Malaa", I tightened my grasp on my bag and turned to walk away dejectedly.He didn't ask me to pay anything extra but it was still my loss because I had to get into another Super Metro that was almost full ,to my actual destination...and I had to pay again.


When the driver of the second bus started playing Country music again(who told everyone about my birthday?)I blocked my ears tightly  with my hands and kept  whispering  to myself"focus Dee, focus" ... I did that until the vehicle stopped at Naivas Ruai branch.Okay, it had not even stopped when I held onto the metals above my head and jumped outside with one magical swing .I was one hour late and my boss couldn't stop calling.I can't  afford to lose my job! 


Today I didn't swing my almost invisible hips when walking. I ran past boda boda guys and market women. I jumped over little flooded dams on the road and didn't  say excuse me when men heavier than Rick Ross blocked my path,I pushed them to the side and continued running.If you were in Ruai at around 10am today and saw a beautiful woman running around very fast heading East,that was me.


As told By Dee Lemorena 

Wanderlust  Diaries 

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