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The guy in my dream

By Dee Lemorena 


I have not been able to leave my house since yesterday.

This is what happened. I left Papa Joe's in Utawala at around 8 pm Saturday and went straight home because I had emails to respond to. Since I was full, I made myself comfortable and slid into bed at around 11.

Now, I don't know what happened between 11pm and 3 am but I have been having flashbacks in bits and most probably, by end of today, I'll remember everything. When I do, I'll let you know.

I was in California, driving from the Los Angeles County Museum on Wilshire Boulevard Avenue to the Newport Beach and a cool handsome guy in dark sunglasses was sitting right beside me. I can't remember what we were talking about but I was smiling and giggling like a little girl and it made me happy.

It was a 50 minute drive but being an amateur and baby girl, it took us about two half hours to get to the City. Patience! The handsome guy was guiding me and showing  me famous burger joints along the way because he understood I love food. I remember him clapping and leaning over to whisper in my ears and cheer me when I overtook a truck along the way. I needed that.

LA streets were pretty clean.

It was a rush hour and the traffic was so heavy. Being a busy weekend for everyone in LA, we had to patiently wait as I tried to find our way out.

We were about to join the last street to Newport Beach when I noticed a familiar signpost. 

*Welcome to Nakuru county*

I quickly pulled to a stop and looked at the man beside me. He was laughing and urging me to keep driving because we were running late.

I held onto the steering wheel and tried to pull the key out of the ignition but the vehicle was already flying past range rovers and subarus. I saw trees moving backwards and heavy trucks carrying sand and cabros .I saw police officers in blue uniform at the roadside waving at us.

The vehicle didn't stop until later on when we drove right into the heart of Nakuru city. I still don't understand how it happened, but I remember me screaming. Thrice. 

"Diana! Uko Sawa? fungua hii mlango" I heard Wafula's voice from a distance 

Wafula is our caretaker and I understand he came knocking because he thought I was in danger. He is the only person here that calls me Diana 

I heard several other voices outside my door. Good neighbours !

I know they thought I was being  battered or something, but I don't bring men home . I also know I got a shrill voice and everyone heard me scream.

That's why I cannot leave my house just yet . I don't know how I'll start explaining that I was dreaming. That this vehicle was forcefully driving me back to Kenya and I didn't want to leave CA. They'll probably think I'm on weed or something.

It makes me sick that I cannot remember the man's face  but I know his voice . I hope our paths never cross because he will not believe. He shouldn't have let me drive back!

Wait, why didn't the vehicle go through JKIA for security check? Who travels all the way from CA to 254 in a vehicle?  Heri hata wangenileta na ndege. Injustice !

I am trying to catch some sleep so I can go back to CA. That's where my heart is. Maybe I'll find the heartless man and de*l with him the Kenyan way.

Also, when I finally get the courage to leave my house ( I know everyone will laugh at me when I do) I'll walk into the nearest driving school and learn how to drive like a sane woman .

The future needs sane women and right now, I'm nothing close to that.

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